Nyx Archeron Novels & Stories

She forced herself onto her knees, ignoring the sharp pain in her skull, and bowed until her forehead touched the ground. "Archon." Her voice scraped through the quiet room. "I've failed." Nyx kept her face lowered to the floor, her shoulders trembling. "There's no justification. I didn't sense the breach. I didn't protect her. My life is yours. I only ask that you make it quick." Silence stretched through the freezing air. Every primordial instinct Nyx possessed urged her to move, to defend herself, but she stayed perfectly still, waiting for the blow that would end her centuries of life.

He turns, his massive frame moving fast as he takes large strides to where his *prisoner* is. Draven watches him. “That’s not suspicious at all,” Nyxar says sarcastically. Draven doesn’t answer. Instead, he lets the shift take place. Muscles tear and rebuild as fur sprouts and bones snap into place. Nyxar's massive form emerges, just as his name suggests, night-born Alpha. He stands tall and proud, his black obsidian coat shimmers in the moonlight. Moving into the shadows, he blends impeccably with the darkness. He follows at a distance. The scent gets closer with each step.

He stood there for some minutes staring at her before nodding his head, Hola glanced at him then Celesta, and after that, he left with her friends. “Archer, why did you lie to her” I whispered but he ignored me then we left the forest. Hours later, we got to Archer’s Mansion and we both sat down in the living room. We were all having some conversation when Archer’s mother showed up. “Mom,” Archer called. “You guys are here already. Archer, I thought you said you wanna spend the day with Adrian and Celesta” " his mother said, climbing the stairs down. “Mother, I don’t have time for that. Ryker challenged me today so I need to compete with him tomorrow because the elders are gonna choose the p

Zoe felt her pulse quicken as she recognized the energy here; it was powerful and alive, a place pulsing with ancient magic. A soft, whispering wind brought with it a presence. From the mist emerged Nyx, the goddess who had first shown herself to Zoe in the Aetherian Chronicle’s vision. Nyx’s form was graceful, her figure woven from shadows and light, her midnight hair flowing as though carried by an unseen breeze. Her dark eyes held Zoe’s, filled with knowing and something else - expectation. "Zoe," Nyx’s voice echoed, a soft yet commanding murmur that seemed to touch Zoe’s very soul. "Tonight, I show you the path you must walk."

"What’s in it for you?" Nyxar tilted his head, thoughtful. "Curiosity. A debt. Boredom. Perhaps the Queen’s presence stirs something I’ve forgotten how to name." He paused, then added with mock innocence, "Also, if the Harbinger wins, your entire realm will burn. And while I’m not opposed to fire, I do prefer my meals cooked for me, not with me." Kane's jaw flexed. "You think this is a game?" "No," Nyxar said softly, the amusement vanishing for a heartbeat. "This is war. But if we can't have a little fun before the screaming starts, what’s the point?"

I wasn’t sure I had the energy for company, but I was tired of being alone with the echoes of screams. “Let her in,” I called. The door opened. Nyxara swept inside like smoke given form—black silk clinging to every curve, violet eyes bright in the hellfire glow, tail curling lazily behind her. She carried a small crystal decanter and two glasses. She took one look at me—curled small on the bed, Vuk’s shirt swallowing me whole—and her expression softened a fraction. “Thought you might need something stronger than tea,” she said, raising the decanter. “Infernal brandy. Burns going down, but it quiets the noise.”

He growled as he spoke, his anger was evident and loud. I snapped my fingers at a waiting servant who quickly came to pull out my chair from me. Nyx, that's my name. And I am the daughter of Alpha Darius and Luna Simona of the prestigious Whitethorn pack. As the only child of the alpha and Luna, I am as favoured as they come. I have an entire legion of well trained sentinels protecting me, all the money in the world, enemies disguised as friends and an array of servants at my beck and call.

His pupils dilated, but he didn't pull away. "I have two wolves," I said, my voice steady. "One is Mia. She's the naive girl who still dreams of a fated mate." His hand trembled against the frantic beat of my heart. "The other is Nyx. She was forged in blood and betrayal. She remembers everything." "And?" His voice was hoarse. "Nyx came back from the past and chose your scent, because it means survival. She knows who to trust and who will betray." I pressed his hand tighter. "And I, Samara, chose you because with you, I'm not just safe. I'm home."

But then, he wiggled his finger at me, “Stay away from Nyx. I don’t want you touching her. Anything you touch goes bad and turns into ruins. Nyx is not the girl you can ruin.” “Did she say so?” I shrugged, with my brows raised. I stepped forward, coming face to face with him. My smile was back, taunting, “As far as I know, the girl who spread herself in my room, would love to be ruined with her body pressed beneath me. As long as I press a few buttons, she will be mine.” “Never!” Lynn shook his head, gasping as if he couldn't envision that reality. “Never? Do you want her to be yours instead?” I asked.

Her hair was white. Her eyes were completely black. Behind her stood six figures. All wearing masks. The woman looked down at Lucian. Then smiled. “At last.” ⸻ Lucian stepped forward. “Who are you?” The woman looked amused. “You really don’t know.” “No.” “Of course.” She slowly descended. “My name is Nyxara.” Amara’s eyes narrowed. “You’re one of them.” Nyxara smiled. “One of the Architects.” Kael stepped forward. “You created the First Shadow.”