Nyx Daughters 소설 & 이야기

She folded her hands gracefully on the hem of her skirt and smiled at the camera. I guess one of the girls in the picture is my mother. I looked at the two faces carefully. To my surprise, the younger version of Nyx looked a lot like my mother. "It's weird, isn't it?" Emory picked up the picture, pointing to the girl in the white dress, he said, “This is Nyx. Next to her is Lily.”. Nyx is my daughter and Lily is her cousin. They grew up together and have always been close. After Lily left, Nyx missed her, so she began to imitate Lily's style, to learn the divination that Lily liked, until now... ... And when Lily became Luna and was asked to dress formally and elegantly, she abandoned her ol

Alpha Ryker – POV Flora gazed at me, confusion on her face, as I presented the Night Amulet. "Flora, I believe you might come from the bloodline of Nyx, the goddess of night. She also holds power over the moon and the Dark Realm." "Me? A descendant of the Nyx goddess?" Flora questioned. "I don't feel any power inside me, Ryker." "It might be locked away. You'll need training to unleash it," I explained, though Flora doubted my words.

But none of that mattered if I could not reach Aether. The dragon tilted his head a slow smile spreading across his face as he stepped closer. “I am Nyx. Elyra’s first born and Draven’s forgotten blood brother. Your son carries pieces of all of us now thanks to that fertile human womb of yours. Hand him over willingly and I may let you keep those soft thighs wrapped around me as reward.”

"When Bydona came of age and descended to the mortal realm for her trial, she was almost betrothed to me. If it wasn't for your interference, we would've had three kids by now. Now, things have simply returned to the way they should be. If you're planning to steal her away again, I wouldn't mind if the Celestial Skies appoint a new God of War." Fytar's murderous aura was impossible to hide. My father rubbed his temples and looked at Guerrian unhappily. "Didn't you come to ask for my permission to marry a flower nymph a few days ago? I already agreed to it. Why are you still here causing a scene?" Guerrian immediately knelt before my father. "Lord Eses, Bydona previously requested to marry me

Leon and Seth's hands find each of my thighs, carressing and soothing me with their touch as Liam holds me around the waist. I should be in shock, maybe upset. I feel a bit numb, though. I was scared of being a Luna, yet I was a queen. 'This is what you meant when Dax freaked out at the cabin. Dax knew we were royal blooded, how?' I ask Nia. She doesn't answer. I can tell that she's not really sure herself, but she knew that much. Something in her knew. Memories about being with the Goddesses come back to me. Selene talked about Nia being special.

I felt like smacking her across the mouth for being so manipulative, but she was well protected as long as my father was there. “She’s playing her role perfectly,” Kai hissed. “Look at her… casting herself as the victim and trying to twist your father around her little finger.” My father was already glaring at me again after Dahlia's statement. “Do you hear her? This is the woman chosen for you, the future Luna of Pine Shadows, and you treat her with disgrace. Do you think I’ll allow this recklessness to continue?”

The weights weren't a handicap but a training tool she regularly employed to build strength and control. King Alexander watched with quiet pride mingled with concern. He recognised the cold calculation in his daughter's eyes, the same look Kailynn had worn when demonstrating why she was the most formidable female Alpha in the kingdom's history. The memory brought both comfort and pain. "She fights like her mother," he murmured to Phoebe, whose own expression had grown increasingly troubled. "Yes," Phoebe agreed softly. "But with your strategic mind." The combination was as impressive as it was intimidating.

His eyes opened slightly and he grins. "Am I forgiven for being an idiot?" he asks roughly and I nod my head and kiss his cheek. Someone's here I sigh and there's a knock. Nyx eyes me strangely and gets up. We dressed and appeared in the foyer. Nyx opened the door and a pretty female lycan with silver hair stood there. "Hello, I'm Sasha, Ash's daughter and I want my little sister, I'd like to take custody of her," she grins kindly at us. Nyx invited her in and she gazed around our home. I looked at Nyx and he shrugged.

"Quintessa. No, that's ridiculous. You'd name her something classy. Elegant. Sophisticated. Powerful. Greek." "You have a growing list of methods that sometimes doesn't even last for an hour, maybe less. And some are ridiculous, even for you." Nyxen said. "Others make you feel safer. Like the idea that you can still heal from whatever Lucas throws at you, no matter how far you fall. Or that, even the things you can't heal, you can ignore or simply move on around." "So many attacking statements. Do you do that with your daughter?" He let the statement stand for a moment before continuing. "Hmmm. I'll list off Greek names till you tell me what her name was. What you accuse me of doing, brushin

With Owen's intellect, he wouldn't suspect the hotel's energy had long been compromised. A burning curiosity gnawed at Daemon. Who dared to oppose him? Who had discovered and dismantled the Earthbound Manifestation he meticulously conjured? His hands clasped together, his face a mask of grim determination, he resembled a decrepit ghoul kept alive by unnatural means. Half of his life-extending fortune was gone. Squinting his eyes, Daemon muttered, a low growl escaping his throat, "Nyx." Nyx, the wraithling, was a wisp of a spirit clinging to the living world. Formed from the lingering resentment of a tragically deceased infant, Nyx could replenish his lost vitality as long as he remained.