Nyx Archeron Novels & Stories

She didn’t know if her wolf was rejecting them both. “Her name is Nyx.” Zeke’s smile widened. “That’s a beautiful name. Fitting. In Greek mythology, she’s the goddess of the night, the daughter of Chaos. Shadow and Nyx,” Zeke said. “You see, you were always meant for us.” Yes, but Nyx didn’t think so. She messed that up for Zeke just as she was going to mess things up for the whole school and get people killed. ‘Mark him.’ The voice startled her again, and she somehow ended up in Zeke’s arms, her heart pounding. How the hell did anyone ever get used to that?

The sound of footsteps approaching could be heard. Outside the Kane family gate, Nyx carried an iron sword on his back, his head full of white hair hanging down behind his head, the bottom of his eyes revealing a deep and dark memory. Nyx was the mother god the north talked about, but it was undeniable that he was also definitely the world's first-class-obsessed person. "It's him!" Looking at Nyx from afar, Antonio, Mohan, Graham, and even Caleb, who was recognized as the number one tycoon in the North, felt their faces twitching.

The little girl from the forest, the one I thought was a mistake. From the moment I learned the truth, I tried everything. Summoning beasts to drive her insane, but Leo was always there. Always shielding her. Always ruining my work. I infiltrated her mind, poisoned her dreams, and tried to twist her thoughts against him. I almost had her. The night I reached her home, I could almost taste victory—but then Leo came. Right in time. Every damn time. But I couldn’t touch her directly. Not with her blood. She is the reincarnation of Nyxara. The strongest female warrior our kind has ever known. A ghost returned in a new body. The prophecy was clear. Her blood was spilled by her mate once before, a

Nyxara awaited us in a chamber of mirrors, her form a perfect inversion of the goddess: raven-haired, eyes twin voids, lips curved in a smile that promised annihilation. *"Little Vessel,"* she crooned. *"You've brought me a gift."* Her gaze locked on my mark. *"The Anchor. How... delicious."* --- **EDEN'S POV** The fight was a blur. Nyxara moved through the mirrors, her touch unraveling spells. Mom's starlight clashed with her shadows, each collision spraying acid-bright sparks. Rhydian lunged, his mark flaring. Nyxara caught his throat, her fingers sinking into his skin. *"You taste of Thalassar,"* she purred. *"Let me *relieve* you of that burden."*

Her face, her eyes—everything about her was a perfect mimicry, yet Ares could feel the coldness emanating from the image. Nyx smiled, but it was empty, chilling. “You think you can escape your fate?” she asked, her voice smooth, almost seductive. “Your body will be mine soon enough, just like it was always meant to be. The bloodline will fall. The Alpha King’s reign will end with your hands, just like mine did.” Ares tried to speak, to protest, but no words would come out. Her throat felt tight, the air thick as if something was pressing down on her chest, suffocating her. The reflection of Nyx in the dark void moved closer, her dark eyes gleaming with malice.

Drake says. “Does it say how you will change the world, bringing the broken factions together?” I ask. He frowns at me. “Did you read it?” “No, I didn’t have to. It’s what you’re doing.” After the first night, the tension goes away and over the next week, we meet GoldMoon, the Ceryneian Hind from Greek mythology, the techrechauns, the trolls, and finally, we got to meet Lucero, the unicorn.

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.”

Wrapped in darkness so complete it hurt to look at directly, crimson eyes burning like coals. Nobles screamed. Guards drew swords. Sera actually stumbled backward. "How interesting," Nyx said. His voice rolled through the room like winter given sound. "The General thinks he has a claim." Kael's hand went to his sword. "You have no right to be here." "I have every right." Nyx's attention was fixed on Jay. "Prince Jayvyn carries my mark. My energy flows through his second meridian. Tell me General, can you say the same?"

She just needed to get through this and then life would go on as normal. “I am also lycan,” she whispered out. “You all knew my father – Russell Heron. He was a great blacksmith.” There is murmuring of agreement. Most the Lycans constantly got their armory repaired by him. “And all of you I suspect are familiar with the Archer Legacy. The legendary Archer bloodline that was chosen has to slay the vampiress--”

“You can’t lose these. You’ll need them to enter the game house and remain in the game.” “Thanks, Phil.” We walked out of the office feeling oddly enthusiastic. Leo hugged me tight, whispering “Stay calm” every now and then. “Well, well, well…” A slender, model-looking woman walked toward us. “Who do we have here? If it isn’t our legendary gamer couple—Leo and Raven. Neorix’s top stars.” Fiona. Also known as Neorix’s model gamer—and secretly called the witch of the gaming world. She was known for sabotaging games and tricking her rivals to win. She was the last person I expected to see today, but I knew exactly why she was here.