Nyx Fe Novels & Stories

He held a tall staff that glowed purple light. "What's the deal Spiro, why are you doing this," Nyx growls, waving his hand around the darkness. "Nyx, really, using your father's real name," he tsks, shaking his head. He scowls down at him and raises his hand, producing a ball of purple light, and quickly pushes it into Nyx. My eyes widened and I clutched my chest at the coldness that spread through my soul. I brightened my light and warmed it, pushing it away from me. Panicked, I look at Nyx and see his eyes are black and black tattoos are now on his face. Spiro is laughing heartedly.

Real panic seized her heart. Luciano wasn’t shocked by Daxiel’s ruthlessness. He was already used to it. Daxiel finally turned the machine off. “Let them go!” Nyx screamed like a madwoman, veins bulging across her forehead. “And who are you,” Daxiel asked coldly, “to tell me what to do?” Nyx knew screaming was useless. Her entire body trembled as she lowered her head in surrender. “I’ll talk.” What she was about to do would betray the pack.

After reading, Nyx will burn the paper, leaving no trace. With Nyx's help, it only took me 3 days to get most of my energy back. I was going to wait several days to leave, but Nyx received the news of the Moon Sea Pack. There is something she needs to deal with. Nyx needed to rush back immediately.

The very air grew thick and hostile. “Run!” I shouted. “Toward the howl! That is where she is!” We charged through the chaos, fighting the forest every step. Luna stayed close to me, her small size actually advantageous in navigating the dense undergrowth. After what felt like hours but was probably minutes, we burst into a clearing. And there, standing in the centre, was Nyx. She was magnificent and terrifying. Larger than any wolf should be, her fur silver but streaked with black corruption. Her eyes glowed silver, but were threaded with void purple that pulsed with malevolent energy.

He realized that he was about to get fucked by a goddess who had not felt something…anything for hundreds and thousands of years. Nyx stopped immediately she felt Adam on the verge of coming. “No, you release in us,” she said referring to the passenger who was witnessing everything. Nyx straddle Adam and greedily eased her slit over his large cock. Before Adam could even begin to enjoy the walls of the pussy, Nyx was already riding hard and fast. Nyx felt like something was about to explode in her and the more she felt it, the faster she rode Adam. “Nyx!” Adam grunted as he poured himself into her while the goddess shuddered and trembled as she dripped her jui

The victory at the High Tribunal should have been celebrated with a feast, but as the carriage crossed the threshold of the Forbidden Wing, the atmosphere inside was anything but festive. Nyx was silent—not her usual observant silence, but a heavy, unnatural lethargy. Her skin, usually as pale as porcelain, was now flushed with a violent, bruised purple fever. "She’s burning up," I whispered, pressing the back of my hand to her forehead. I pulled it back instantly. It felt like touching an oven.

“Usually there are three to five shifters for a queen.” “Mate, what is your name?” Codex asked as he came closer as I moved out from behind Drac. “Nyx, but I’m Fae. I can’t be a shifters mate.” I said as I looked at them. Confusion laced in my words. “Fae? Shifter? Who cares? You are our mate. We will be with you until the end of time if you allow us too.” Codex said as he came closer to me and grabbed my hand.

Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fanny pack slung proudly across his waist like a championship belt. Jax followed, his usual broody Lycan energy completely undone by a pair of electric blue dolphin-hem shorts, a tie-dye tank with a cat DJ-ing on it, and a matching banana-yellow visor tilted to the side. Tyler emerged next with mirrored sunglasses, pastel purple shorts so short they should’ve been illegal, and a tank top that read Suns Out, Guns Out over an image of flexing flamingos. His fanny pack was glittery. Glittery.

Nyx let out a small, contented whine as Knox wraps himself around her, his warmth enveloping her completely. His head rests over hers, his large paw drapes protectively over her side. Nyx leans into him, her body melting against his. “I was so tired,” Nyx admits, her eyes drooping. “The pain...” Knox’s chest rumbles, and the sound reverberates through her. “I know. But it’s over now. Just rest. I’ve got you.” Nyx closes her eyes, her breathing slowing as Knox nuzzles her neck, his tongue tracing slow, soothing strokes over her fur.

"Seraphina Agni, save our clan and come back safe. We need you, before our clan disappears, please— save the phoenix from crying..."