Nyx Archeron Novels & Stories

“You can’t create a mindlink yet, you don’t have the control or the strength.” “Then what do I do?” I asked, or tried to ask, because my lips were getting numb and I wasn’t sure if I was actually forming words anymore or just thinking them really hard. “Fight it,” Nyx said, but she sounded worried in a way that made my panic spike even higher. “Whatever this is, fight it. Don’t let yourself go under.” I tried to push myself up again and this time my arms just gave out completely, dumping me back onto the pillows hard enough that my teeth clicked together.

Alpha Jones confronted him. "Yes, it's a great reunion. But you need to remember that I breed your Luna" Alpha Nolan said hastily. "Why does it sound like you are begging already?" David teased him. "Is this the army you want to use in fighting us?" Rhine berated them with soft giggles. "Why don't you show them what they don't know, Andes?" Rhine signaled to Andes to move forward. Martell came in slowly and stood in the center. Rhine was clearly flabbergasted. She couldn't catch her breath for a while. She kept getting into another shock after recovering from one.

“Esteemed members of the Nyth family, we are gathered here today to discuss the last will and testament of the late Lord Aron Nyth. As per his wishes, the territories of our realm shall be divided among his sons.” He furled the parchment further. “To Ajax, the eldest, the Black City shall be entrusted. It shall serve as the headquarters of our operations, the base of authority of the Wolf Territory. Ajax will precede over all realms and decide their operations. Here, the court stands, and the Alpha of the pack stays. The Black City will serve as the capital of the Territory. Ajax will lead the Midnight Legion.”

Yasmin trailed off when she saw the look on Carmen's face, “You… Don't tell me that Nyx is… Which one of them? Which one of the Lombardi's are backing Nyx up?” “To be exact, it's Alden Black Lombardi, the heir to the Lombardi Clan. The Red Eyed Demon.” Yasmin’s breath hitched, her body tensing at the name. A slow, incredulous smile spread across her lips, but it didn’t quite reach her eyes. Alden Black Lombardi. The very mention of him was enough to send chills down the spine of even the most fearless individuals. Ruthless. Unforgiving. And now, he was backing Nyx?

“I offer you the chance to choose her lycan. There is one who waits—the spirit of the first female lycan, a warrior of fire and stars. She is old, wise, powerful, and has waited eons to be reborn.” A form began to emerge from the light—sleek, dark brown with white tipped feet and tail like Aries lycan but her fur shimmered with tiny specks of light like a night sky, and her eyes burned bright blue and violet. Her presence was overwhelming—ancient and powerful. Aurora stepped forward, entranced. “She’s… beautiful.” “She is called Nyra,” the goddess said. “And she will serve your daughter well.” Aurora’s voice broke as she nodded, “Then I choose her.”

“Then why didn’t you tell me this before?” Aaron’s jaw tightened. “Because I didn’t want to cause chaos again. I’ve heard the history—how Alpha Lucas was hunted down, how everyone connected to him was slaughtered.” His voice dropped. “Which means Nyx… is probably Alpha Lucas’s daughter. And if that gets out, people will demand her head.” “What?!” Nyx jerked to her feet, but Alpha Kyo grabbed her wrist, forcing her back down. “Easy,” he warned. “Let him finish.”

Nyx and Alaric stood at opposite ends of the floor. No touching. No communication devices. The screen overhead flashed the parameters. OBJECTIVE: EXTRACT CORE DATA FROM HOSTILE ENVIRONMENT CONDITION: SUCCESS REQUIRES SYNCHRONIZATION Alaric’s gaze found hers across the distance. Don’t fight me, it said. Nyx nodded once. The environment loaded, and dark corridors, shifting walls, threats appear without pattern. Alaric moved with practiced precision, commanding space like it bent for him. Nyx did not follow. She cut sideways, creating pressure points, triggering traps early to reroute threats. It was chaotic, but controlled.

“Then that tramp will have the pleasure of explaining herself.” Nico leaned back in his chair, watching the fire in Nero’s gaze. The demon was back and out for blood. That same old ruthless certainty burned there. It was the look of a man who’d kill anyone or anything that tried to move his pieces off his gameboard. Nero’s gameboard. “Tonight, then,” Nico said finally. Nero nodded once. “Tonight.”

“The castle changes when she moves. The walls breathe for her. Even the trials warp to her pace. Whatever force is protecting her has learned to mimic me.” “Then destroy it.” “I can’t,” she says, and for a breath, I think I misheard her. She turns her face away, voice quieter now. “The Game obeys me because I made it. But this… this thing hides in its heart, whispering to it. And the Game listens.” I take another step closer. “You think it’s a god.” Nyxara’s gaze snaps back to mine. “Do not use that word in my presence.” I smile grimly. “Touched a nerve?”

Zane walked out, leaving me alone, I exhaled shakily, my fingers gripping the counter as I tried to anchor myself, the weight of his words and the pull of my own desires blurring what I was fighting for. By the time I returned to my room—Kael’s temporary guest room, technically, not mine—I wasn’t surprised to find someone waiting and I paused in the doorway, my hand resting on the frame. Not Kael, Zane, or Rowan, but someone unfamiliar, my wolf snapping awake as I stepped inside. He turned before I could reach for the dagger under my shirt. “Nyx,” he called me by my real name. “I was hoping you’d find me before the others did.”