Nyx Ig Novels & Stories

but I thought it. “I’m coming, too,” yelled out Nyx. He jumped two-footed into a slime, his small boots easily fitting inside the translucent body. His arms flailed about, and his torso swayed wildly. He was moving with the slime, but also against the slime. As he was about to reach the lava, he tipped forward and plunged headlong towards certain death. He stuck out his hands and grabbed onto the slime in front. His gloved hands immediately buried themselves into the jelly, fixing him in a bent over positions. Which gave him enough stability to remain out of the lava, which he was now over.

Its eyes two black obsidian stones. Now, the gate stood open. Nyx was inside. She wore a white robe. Her hair was loose, unbound. The silver-white strands fell past her waist, gleaming coldly in the faint light seeping from within the gate. Her face was paler than usual. Her lips were bloodless. Her grey-blue eyes looked at something beyond the gate. Not at him. At a place farther away. The twelve Alphas stood outside the gate. Some knelt. Some stood. Some leaned against the stone wall. No one spoke.

Even in the city’s perpetual twilight, the arena attracted clusters of spectators who stood at the edge of the docks or leaned over the platforms, eager for a glimpse of the heirs of Keltos and Maelis. Nyxios entered the arena first, his stride confident but casual, as if the stares from around him were nothing new. His hair had been slicked back, leaving the lines of his face exposed. The deep purple silk of his shirt was rolled to the elbows, revealing the whipcord muscles of his arms. As he stretched, a ripple of anticipation moved through the crowd.

“I need to know what your trigger phrase is. We have to stop whoever has control over us.” Nyx smiled coldly. “Oh, sweetheart. I am the trigger.” Alma froze. Nyx tapped her temple. “I rewrote my protocol. I activated myself permanently. No one can control me. Not even you.” Julian frowned. “You did that without destabilizing?” Nyx grinned. “Destabilizing is the point. You think this world deserves control? Order? It deserves a reckoning.” Then Alma realized it. “You’ve already started something.” Nyx’s eyes glinted. “Moscow will burn before the week is done.”

Nyx shook her head contemplating, searching for the right and logical reason her twin is using to act that way because up to this time, no matter how she cogitate, she can’t understand him. “So are you really going to insist Alpha Mikhail is up to something?” Nyx rolled her eyes and then it went to challenge her twin. Her angry glare went deeper into his orbs. But Alpha Lachlan did not have a change of emotion. “I see. You are sticking to your act, huh? This is extremely ridiculous!”

The boundary between memory and reality seemed increasingly fragile, threatening to snap at any moment. Determined to find answers, Lyra immersed herself in researching Nyxterra. In Elysium, where secrets and memories were traded like currency, Nyxterra was known only as a legend—an obscure tale whispered among Memory Seekers and Brokers. It was said to be the graveyard of forgotten memories, a place where the mind’s darkest corners merged with the physical world. Yet, despite its ominous reputation, concrete knowledge about Nyxterra was scarce. Official records mentioned it only in passing, and the few who claimed to know about it refused to speak openly.

A gasp tore from my throat, transforming into a low, powerful huff as Nyx took the reins. Nyx shook out her fur, stretching her large, powerful limbs. Unlike normal wolves, Nyx was massive, nearly the size of a purebred Alpha wolf, and her coat was a striking, midnight black with a single, snowy-white patch directly over her chest. But the most defining feature was her eyes vibrant, glowing violet. "Goddess, that feels amazing," Nyx howled silently in my mind, her paws digging into the dirt. She took off like a shot.

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.