Nyx Daughters Novels & Stories

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.

Nyra Duskbane stood at the shattered threshold of every realm’s final gate, her daughter cradled in one arm, twins held tight by Kaelia. Behind her, Ryker and Caelum knelt amid cracked cobblestones, eyes downcast. Above, the Sacrificial Moon had waned to a thin sliver, and the sky bled dawn’s first light. They had refused the prophecy’s demand and spared the Daughter of Ash. Now, the realms had spoken: Nyra was anathema, her bloodline tainted by defiance.

“Hear me. I didn’t call you for judgment, or for permission. I called because the Continuum reached forward, into the future, and put their hands on a child who wasn’t theirs to claim.” The woman’s eyes darkened. There, at last, was something like interest—a flicker of caution, perhaps even empathy. “So,” she murmured, “they’ve chosen inheritance over tradition. They want to rewrite what comes next.” Nyxara’s voice dropped, steel and ice. “Help them, and you lose whatever mercy I have. Stand with me, you keep your freedom. But try to use me—try to shape me into another tool for your ancient wars—and I promise you this: I will erase you. All of you.”

I saw him visibly relaxing after that. “You didn’t answer my question,” I reminded him. He looked at the other Gods helplessly. “We need your help, daughter,” Nyx said in a deep voice that resonated with power. Her voice was so dry and I knew that Sara, my bartender friend and Mrs. Blake, my elderly neighbour, were far better mother figures in my life than Nyx could ever be. She was simply too powerful and had seen too much to love anything, even her children. She seemed to have forgotten what love was, if she ever knew it in the first place that is…

He remembered the screams. ​Darius had always told him that wolves had slaughtered his real parents, leaving Kael as the sole survivor. ​"The Key is at Blackhood High," Darius continued, his voice dropping to a low, reverent hiss. ​"She is the daughter of the monsters who took everything from you. She is the one whose kind ruined your life. I have trained you to be her shadow, Kael." ​Darius leaned in closer, his eyes narrowing. ​"You cannot transform into a wolf—you are pure, untainted strength—but you have the power to break her. To protect the Key until she is ready for the ritual."

She should be chattering about cartoons and pancakes, not locking her fears away where we can't reach. “ She doesn't deserve this.” Nyx murmurs. “ Hell she doesn't. I feel guilty for not protecting her.” I whisper. “ Hera, you can't fix everything on your own. It's impossible to do that.” Nyx says in an attempt to console me. “ I should have at least protected her before trying to fix the world,Nyx. What's the need of having a peaceful world when my daughter is broken?” “ Hera, stop.” Nyx says, a pleading look on her face.

I say, my voice softer than I intended. The door opens, and Nyx steps inside. My dad’s former delta, she is tall, with an athletic frame and short cropped dark hair streaked with silver. Her sharp eyes miss nothing, but there is a steadiness to her presence that has always made me feel… safe. She closes the door behind her, and her gaze lingers on me in a way that makes me feel seen, even in my tangled hair and the oversized shirt hanging loosely off my shoulders. “Aria,” she says, her voice low but warm, the kind that carries both comfort and authority. “Mind if I sit?”

My own voice, detached and cold, whispering into a recorder: "Test subject viability confirmed. Neural bleed in progress." I staggered back, gasping. Liana clutched my arm, her eyes glowing pale blue. “Don’t fight it. This is the interface. She’s showing us what she remembers. What she’s become.” “She?” I turned slowly. And there she was. Nyx. A girl—no older than Liana—but her skin shimmered like broken glass. Her eyes were voids. No whites. No pupils. Just data. “You woke me too early,” she said. Her voice wasn’t cruel. It was curious. “Why?”

“Remember how Aunt Susie asked you to switch the hairs and keep it a secret? Well, being a daughter of Mr. Dominic is something that a lot of people are jealous of, and they will do some not okay things to make people believe someone else is their daughter, too.” “Like lying?” Lila asked, clearly thinking of Susie. I nodded. “Or kidnapping?” Aria said quietly. That was a tougher question. A daughter of the Alpha was a target as a means to get to him, so it wasn’t totally out of question. But we also didn’t want the girls running around scared of getting kidnapped all the time.

Ayla was blonde, a blonde so light it looked like silver in the sun. But they talked about a woman as well, but I don’t remember ever meeting Alex and Asher's mother. And to ask about her was out of the question. I made a mental note to talk with my parents when we got home. Could Ayla be related to Alpha Adam? Is she a daughter from the Blue Moon Pack? But why would a man like Adam send his daughter away? What could have been so wrong for him to have to? Or is all this just my imagination?