Nyx Dxd Novels & Stories

“I’ve been questioning the same thing. But honestly, I haven’t caught Alpha energy. Alpha like qualities, yes, but not energy.” At that moment, Damaro and Valeno walk up. “She is not an alpha, but the qualities she has comes from you Aiden. Absorbing people’s gifts is not the only thing that Nyx can do. She absorbs qualities from her mate. Rapid healing and strength are Alpha like qualities. Nyx is powerful.” In my never ending quest for knowledge I start asking questions, “How powerful is Nyx? Is there anything that can hurt her?”

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."*

Just like mine. “Lysandra Damon,” Nyx breathed, completely mesmerized. “Five time winner of the Redwood Annual Beauty Pageant. Daughter of the High Priestess —who also happens to be the principal of this academy. Straight-A top student. Kind. Humble. An amazing dancer. She went on a field trip to represent the academy for over a month, and now she’s back. She’s everything every girl wants to be.” Nyx paused dramatically before adding, “And to top it all off… she’s the Lycan King’s best friend since childhood.”

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.

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.

“I’ve been questioning the same thing. But honestly, I haven’t caught Alpha energy. Alpha like qualities, yes, but not energy.” At that moment, Damaro and Valeno walk up. “She is not an alpha, but the qualities she has comes from you Aiden. Absorbing people’s gifts is not the only thing that Nyx can do. She absorbs qualities from her mate. Rapid healing and strength are Alpha like qualities. Nyx is powerful.” In my never ending quest for knowledge I start asking questions, “How powerful is Nyx? Is there anything that can hurt her?”

More danger. “This round is yours,” she said lightly. “Enjoy the feeling.” Dax snarled. Max took a step forward. Nyx lifted one finger. “No,” she said. “The game isn’t finished.” The crack in the wall widened behind her, shadow and light folding together like torn fabric. “I won’t need to hunt you anymore,” Nyx went on, eyes glittering. “The avatar will call.” Her gaze slid to Vera’s wrist. “And every moon-touched wolf will hear it.”

for the weight of a real axe and the scent of a real winter. They stood at the edge of the clearing, their heartbeats a rhythmic, biological drum-roll that echoed Silas’s own. Nyx was at their head, his visor gone, his human eyes—a sharp, clinical grey—reflecting the soft light of the sunset. He wasn't a "Support Cast" anymore; he was a "Neighbor."

He was in hell, and he needed a hand out of it. Nyx’s mouth curved. “Consistency isn’t a flaw.” She lifted her gaze, dark eyes locking on mine. “Unless you’re consistently bad at making decisions.” “Thanks,” I deadpanned, blowing on my coffee. “That’s uplifting.” Nyx took a slow sip of tea, looking out of the window. Her green eyes were like shiny emeralds with the light behind her. “You seem relaxed today,” I said. “I thought you'd be wound up.”