Nyx Ig Novels & Stories

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.

She was the culmination of every failed experiment, every act of defiance that had come before. “Here’s my offer,” she said, her voice low but unyielding. “Stop hunting me. Release every variable you’re holding—Brielle included. Destroy every file you have on my bloodline. And walk away. For good.” The woman’s eyes narrowed, assessing, weighing risk against reward. “And if we don’t?” Nyxara straightened, the wolf inside her rising, white, massive, unstoppable—a force of nature given shape by fury and pain. “I dismantle your entire system,” she replied, her tone calm as the grave. “I expose you. I burn your assets. I turn every ‘curated outcome’ into chaos and blood. And I do not stop. Not un

I immediately bolted for the room. Why is Nyx panicking?

Hera POV I bark the order, frustration,fear and anxiety hitching up on me. Nyx nods and removes her phone from her pockets. Her fingers are quick as she dials. “Justin, it’s me. MG needs Linda’s current location. Fast.” She orders. She uses my alias name to show Justin that it's a mission related request.

"I don't know what you need. I've never known. That's the problem with us." Nyx felt something crack. Not break crack. The wall she'd built since Rome, since the blood, since she'd decided to be the sugar baby instead of the strategist. "I need you to choose," she said. "Right now. I can stop him. Or I can let him go. But if I stop him, I want something." "Name it." "Prague. The apartment. The documents. The three million." She held his gaze. "I want you to sign it over to me. Officially. Irrevocably. So that no matter what happens tomorrow, I have somewhere to go that you can't touch."

he asked abruptly. "I'm not interested. If you don't step aside, I'll call security," she said, her tone sharp. "Nyce Tech comes from your name—Nyla. I built it for you," Gabriel explained, his voice low but earnest. "Gabriel, do you even believe your own charade, or are you just trying to fool yourself?" Nyla chuckled coldly, her gaze unwavering. "I couldn't care less about the name of your company. And frankly, stop disgusting me, will you?"

Nyx was ahead, her scent burning through the trees like a trail of heartbreak and rage. Axel’s voice was laced with desperation through the mind-link. “Nyx! Please, stop running. We need to explain!” Nyx’s response was distant and cold, her words cutting through the link like ice. “There’s nothing left to explain, Axel.” Axel tried to reason with her, his thoughts racing. “You don’t understand, she tricked us—Liam was—” But Nyx’s growl was a low warning, her anger and hurt evident even through the link. “Don’t you dare use that as an excuse. You betrayed her trust.”

I am struggling to keep a straight face. “Being pregnant makes me more dangerous, Aiden!” She pouted. “You are dangerous at any time, mojito. But you are having a hard time climbing stairs right now. How do you think you will fair in a fight with an Alpha?” Nyx pulls forward, “Oh, I will fare really well, Aiden. That guy is a royal asshole. I don’t like that he lied and wanted you to wait six months. There is a war coming and he is burning through our timeline!”

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.

We’ll just have to figure that out once we get out. Regardless, Nyx is a good kid. And I really like her. She got a pretty damn raw deal with the mother she has and the situation she’s in, but she’s trying to make it right. She’s promised to help us save everyone and wipe the Riding Hoods off the map. She even wants to make a blood oath with Bella, Citra, and a Crone High Priestess, vowing to give up her powers as soon as our side wins and the Riding Hoods are gone. I can’t blame her for wanting to leave this life behind. I would too.