Nyx Daughters Novels & Stories

Actually screams. "What are you doing?" he shouts. "That's not extraction! That's murder!" "You killed my daughter!" Nyx screams back. "Twenty years I've waited! Twenty years I've hunted you across realities! And now I finally have you!" Horror crashes through me. "You lied. You're not here to save Luna. You're here to kill the Void King. Even if it kills her too." "Collateral damage." Nyx doesn't even look at me. "Your daughter dies. Mine is avenged. That's fair."

Here I am again, thanking you guys for reading the story and for being a part of this journey. Daughter of the Moon is a series because there are a lot of things that are unsaid. What happened to Ersa? What will happen to Ava and what is the deal with her vision and her precious daughter Nova? Can Ava really change the course of her Daughter's fate?

"Why was a vampire friend with my Luna? Why is an Elder still present by her side?" The Moon Goddess now stood straight before the Alpha. She gazed at him with sadness. "When I realized, far too late, that your soul mate was perishing before she came of age, I called upon Nyx..." Magnus raised an eyebrow at her and gritted his teeth. His fists opened and closed to rid himself of the rage rumbling inside him. "... Nyx, Goddess of the night, placed her children around Bianca to protect her. Then, when the veil of magic that covered Bianca was finally lifted, Hecate joined in and placed her two beloved daughters in her path."

"Yes. I am a fire elemental. I am also the Sacred Protector of Nix, Daughter of Anda, Goddess of Spirit. Does Nix have a need for me?" I looked at Ten. "Didn't you say that he would know we were here? Why is he asking you if Nix needs his help?" As much as I wanted to get my hands on the man's body, I wasn't willing to risk putting any of my family in danger to do so.

Then he pulled up in front of a private villa. I stayed back and watched. The front door opened, and a woman ran straight into his arms. “Adrian, you’re finally here. The baby missed you.” Under the light by the doorway, I saw her face clearly. Lydia Ashcroft. The daughter of the Alpha of Redcliff Pack. The same woman Mrs. Hale had once praised at the full moon banquet for her bloodline, the same woman she had called the perfect mother for Blackthorn’s future heir. And her stomach was already beginning to swell.

Then Dad appeared, "What's going on?" as he had been listening to them all, Lukarien interrupted Niklaus, "So that's who you are, Naki." It was suddenly revealed to him, her Lineage, and he was shocked. All eyes turned to him, as he explained "She is the daughter of Ares (God of War) her Mother is Sirenna (Siren, Sea Nymph, demi god) - Grandfather: Thalassor (Sea God)

argues the goddess Luna. "I don't care!" Yaldabot shouts. "They are my daughters, and I haven't been able to live with them because of your selfishness. Major Divine Archon, strip all your energy from my daughters," he orders. And with that, the four remaining daughters of the moon appear, standing amazed beside Luana. A profound silence falls as everyone looks at each other, and the pleas of the goddess Moon to her husband not to do this to their daughters are heard. At that moment, a god who had until then only been attentive to what was happening steps forward and speaks gravely.

"Well, I think you're ready." She stood up and looked at herself in the full-sized mirror. She was wearing a white halter-top dress with a plunging neckline, emphasizing her breast. Her long black straight hair had no ornaments, but it was soft like a prairie grass that danced in a summer wind. It gives contrast to her blue eyes and pinkish small face. "You're breathtaking, my love. Those men will kneel with your beauty." Her mother complimented her. The youngest daughter of King Lucius and Queen Martina had not been seen by everyone. Unlike her two older sisters, Princess Natalia rarely attended parties. She was seen by the Etholians but not by the other clans.

Their magic wove around thought like lullabies, bending it gently until resistance became surrender. I didn't fully understand it, but I'd read enough. Nyxes were born of the spaces between stars, half-forged in the dream realm and half in the dark folds of forgotten planes. They could touch the intangible, siphon impressions, absorb energy and emotion to reconstruct pain without needing words. Mirenya didn't need me to explain the horrors, I only had to let her feel them. "Relax," she whispered. And my body obeyed. My shoulders fell loose. My jaw unclenched. My breath slowed and I didn't even notice how tightly I'd been holding myself until her words unwound me like thread from a spool.

“I am asking that we let her do what she was born to do. Not fight them. Not crush them. Heal them. Show them that the world they fear is the world they once hoped for.” “And if they refuse?” “Then we face that when it comes. But first, we give them a choice.” Footsteps echoed through the damaged command center. Not rushed. Not heavy. Measured. Elder Nyxara stepped into the doorway. Her ancient eyes went straight to my daughter. “Incredible,” she breathed. “I can feel her from here.” “Elder,” I said, “I need your help. We are about to attempt something no one has tried.” “What is it?”