Nyx Fe Novels & Stories

The sound of footsteps approaching could be heard. Outside the Kane family gate, Nyx carried an iron sword on his back, his head full of white hair hanging down behind his head, the bottom of his eyes revealing a deep and dark memory. Nyx was the mother god the north talked about, but it was undeniable that he was also definitely the world's first-class-obsessed person. "It's him!" Looking at Nyx from afar, Antonio, Mohan, Graham, and even Caleb, who was recognized as the number one tycoon in the North, felt their faces twitching.

Xander shielded me, flanked by Alex and Sean. The car that came to a halt seemed familiar, as did its scent. The door swung open, revealing Nyx, who appeared bewildered. “Nyx?” Xander asked. “What are you doing here?” “I...” Nyx began, her voice faltering. Her body tensed as she emitted a low growl, her nostrils flaring as she scented the air. Everyone became uneasy as her eyes darted left and right. She strode towards the car, her eyes landing on the grim scene before her. Tears welled up in her eyes as she beheld the devastation.

“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?”

Instead, she dove straight into the chaos—where energy fire was thickest, where panic bloomed first. That was new. She's confusing everyone. “That’s aggressive,” the second commentator said sharply. “Very aggressive.” Across the field, NYX had already taken a vertical lane, scaling a fractured tower with precise movements, picking off drones and harvesting resources efficiently. Syntax went the opposite direction, low ground, brutal, eliminating threats before they could organize. Then came the first scream from the audience. One player misjudged a jump. The platform beneath him shattered mid-leap, sending his avatar plunging into the abyss.

I wasn’t sure I had the energy for company, but I was tired of being alone with the echoes of screams. “Let her in,” I called. The door opened. Nyxara swept inside like smoke given form—black silk clinging to every curve, violet eyes bright in the hellfire glow, tail curling lazily behind her. She carried a small crystal decanter and two glasses. She took one look at me—curled small on the bed, Vuk’s shirt swallowing me whole—and her expression softened a fraction. “Thought you might need something stronger than tea,” she said, raising the decanter. “Infernal brandy. Burns going down, but it quiets the noise.”

Fefe shouted, frustrated. "Well, it didn’t." Dika chimed in. "Total failure." Fefe’s lips curled into a grim smile. "Maybe I failed now, but I’m not going down without a fight." Her hand which has the dark ink-like markings began to move but Vyrelen wasted no time, he used his shadows to cut off both of her arms. Fefe screamed and collapsed to her knees. "That was fast," Dika muttered, impressed. "Nice and clean cut." Nyxoria stepped forward, calm but firm. "Who are you? What do you want from me?"

This one was cut to expose her back completely, her spine visible like a weapon, her body a landscape of control. She called Alessandra. “I’m keeping all of them,” Nyx said. “Send the bill to Vane’s account. Use the account that’s still accessible.” Alessandra laughed on the other end. “That’s cruel. I love it.” Nyx smiled. Because that’s exactly what this was. Cruelty dressed in silk. Betrayal wrapped in diamonds. A woman learning to weaponize the very luxury that had been meant to control her. By afternoon, Nyx was at the Mandarin Oriental’s private spa.

Rachel labored fast to skip the lock, her arms constant notwithstanding the freezing temperatures. “We’re in,” she whispered, pulling the hatch open. The Heart of Dominion The indoors of the set up changed into a stark assessment to the icy desolate tract outside. Sleek corridors coated with bolstered metallic brought about a primary command middle in which Nyx’s operations have been housed. Vanessa guided us via the maze-like structure, her voice constant notwithstanding the stakes. “Nyx is withinside the command middle on the middle of the power. Their presence is confirmed— movement sensors display interest withinside the room. This is it.”

But I wasn’t done yet. I stepped forward, my gaze never leaving Cassandra’s face, “Is that so?” My voice was even, deceptively casual. “Strange. Because I’ve seen that exact same shade under someone else’s nails before. And it wasn’t powder then, either, it was more on the road of you know… Poison. Smells the same as well.” I shrugged, “But if you say it is, then it is powder. My name is Nyx, it's so nice to finally meet you after hearing so much about you, Cassandra.”

Nyx shook his head. “No.” A pause. “…not exactly.” Sky narrowed his eyes. “That doesn’t sound reassuring.” Nyx leaned back against the counter, tilting his head slightly. “He was just…staring.” “That’s normal.” “Not like that.” Sky waited. “He noticed.” Sky straightened a bit. “Noticed what?”,he reached up and lightly touched just beneath his eye. “My eyes,” he said finally. Sky’s expression shifted. “Oh. I mean it’s not really a hidden feature of yours”