Nyx Dxd Novels & Stories

The city was a maze of neon and rain-slick streets, nothing like the quiet valley Aiden had grown up in. He walked the alley slowly, heart pounding harder than any fight. The pull of a mate bond pressed on him like gravity—strong, unavoidable. Nyx stood near the back door of a corner café, gray eyes stormy and wild, dark hair plastered to her face by rain. She was beautiful, broken, a dangerous power hidden deep, years of fear and suppression etched into every movement.

“But I need to see Nyxar. Alone.” Kane frowned. “You’re still..” “Please.” He hesitated... then nodded. Nyxar sat sprawled across a windowsill, drinking from a wine bottle he’d likely stolen from the kitchen. His tattoos shimmered faintly in the afternoon light, but his expression was distant. Reflective. When Lyra entered, he didn’t move. “You saw it,” he said, not turning. “You finally saw what she did.” She stepped forward slowly. “You were there.”

******* Alpha Kyo’s POV The morning air was sharp with frost as I returned from patrolling the Blackmoon perimeter. Something was off. I could smell it in the trees. Something magical. Are they using spells here? Thorax, I called my wolf silently, why do you keep showing me signs without revealing the full truth? But he didn’t answer. That meant only one thing — something was wrong. I quickened my steps. As I reached the east wing, I saw her. Nyx. Collapsing. “NYX!” I shouted, running to her. She was on the floor. Limp. Unmoving.

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…

But the guards were already running because even trained warriors recognized when they were completely outmatched, and Darius found himself alone facing a hybrid who'd just been tortured and was absolutely furious about it. "You wanted my power," Nyx repeated while advancing on him. "Wanted to steal it and use it for yourself." "Now wait," Darius started but Nyx cut him off with a gesture that sent him flying backward into the wall hard enough to crack stone. "I'm done waiting," she said coldly. "Done being patient with wolves who think they can use me." She raised her hand and I felt power gathering that would absolutely kill Darius if released, felt her preparing to execute the man who'd b

As a result, Nyx paid the price. A full three hours passed before it finally ended. Nyx was a female martial god, so theoretically, her body should be as strong as any beast. Yet the soft, delicate parts of her had been subjected to Andrew's relentless storm of passion, leaving her unable to resist falling into an exhausted sleep. The foreign beauty's body was pale and radiant, and her golden hair was tied into a thick braid. Earlier, Andrew had gripped it in his hand like reins on a warhorse, helping him charge across the battlefield! Nyx had never experienced such intense pleasure before, so she did not even know how to describe it.

Nyx stared at her mate before meeting my eyes. "Honestly, I don't think she's a bad person," Nyx admitted. Jax raised his hands in surrender and left the both of us, indicating he didn't want to be a part of the conversation. Nyx gave me a mischievous smile, patting my chest twice. "And I think you're also starting to feel the same way." She gave me a wink as Ryan approached us. I didn't think I wanted to know what it meant. ***

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?”

Ever. “Alden… You're quiet, why aren't you talking?” Nyx pouted, her half lidded eyes looking at me. But then, she brightened up and suddenly said, “Ah… I get it! You want to sleep with me! That's why you're holding me so tightly right now, right?!” I choked on absolutely nothing. “What?” I snapped, my voice coming out harsher than I intended as I turned to look at her. Nyx grinned, mischief dancing in her dark, intoxicated eyes, “You want me.” She singsonged, wiggling her body slightly in my arms, which, damn it, only made things worse for me.

Brooklyn, New York Narrator's POV Nyx alighted from her Lexus car, letting out a sigh as she walked into the huge tall and gorgeous building before her. Nyx is a quite old woman in her 40s, even with her age she still looks so beautiful and any man would die to have her. Her brown hair cascaded down her back as dragged her feet into the mansion, looking so tired. "I'm home!" She shouted, pulling off her heels. "Mom!" She screamed further and a young lady came out with another aged woman on a wheelchair.