Nyx Okami Novels & Stories

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

"No it's okay It's just I must be losing my mind ah just give me one Macchiato and Maraschino with whipped cream, and it's a takeaway" "Okay sir please wait for a while we get your odder ready" the blond guy said giving a sweet smile to Kai making him to nod in head in response paying for it. Signing in response, Kai walks towards his seat while removing the phone out of his pocket. Just to see the Sinner of Pleasure the Otome games he works for is open with the options in the pink box to choose. ...“What do you want to do?”... ...- Confess your love to demon Lord and let Koishi die?...

Enthusiasm and courage are the words Nolan uses to describe Windy. Nolan smiled and nodded, "Then I'll hunt in the northeast." The two split up and ran in the chosen direction. But they never expected Ezra's enemies to have entered the forest long ago. The leader of the assassin group is a Wolf with a pretty special fur. It has a reddish brown coat that is different from the rest of the species. Next to it was a wolf with jet-black fur similar to Ezra. But if you look closely, you will see the difference between the two.

“You’ve rejected every Omega sent to you for three hundred years. What makes me different?” “You ask the right questions,” Nyx said, sounding pleased. “Most Omegas just cry and submit. You negotiate. You fight. I like that.” “I’ll ask again,” Jay pressed. “What exactly do you want from me?” “I want to see what you become,” Nyx murmured, his shadowy hand hovering near Jay’s face without touching, “when no one is breaking you. When you’re given power instead of chains. When you choose strength over safety.” That… wasn’t what Jay expected.

All she did was work and work as an omega. “You don’t?” Selda kicked her and she fell. She rose back up and bowed. “Yes, Your Highness. I was not privileged -” “Keep that filthy mouth shut. Tell me, is that Lycan Beast back?” She asked her. Nyx’s eyes darted in their sockets. “Who is it you are talking about, Your Highness?” She asked softly. “The beast... The one who followed us from my realm.” She clarified. Not out realm. Nyx noticed. She still was not counted as one of them. Just an omega. A slave. That was what she was.

Viktor said. My mate nodded to Nyx. Knowing that Nyx is the strongest but give him some sense of peace. I wouldn’t argue with him if that’s what he needed to get himself into the right head space. I needed him to be free of distractions when he went up against the dog mud monster. “The three of you need to find the source of their power and kill her—” “We will do what we need to do to stop this fight,” Nyx said. “If it comes to—”

Lariempi said emotionlessly “Lord please teach me how to kill them, even with my powers I could only watch…” Amelia said before breaking into tears again and Lariempi smiled slightly “You couldn’t kill them because your weapon was too inferior.” He said, he then raised his index finger and a drop of golden god-blood dropped from his finger and landed on the ground

“They’re probing.” She swallowed. “That thing wasn’t… natural.” “No. They use death magic. Splice it into rogues or fallen wolves. They twist them until they forget their own names.” She looked like she might be sick. “We have to keep going,” I said. “That was just the first.” Nyx bent, grabbed a stick from the snow, and drew a shaky breath. Then she looked up at me. And said, “Next time, I’m fighting.” I raised a brow. “You just did.”

I assured him. “Again, can’t wait.” He sarcastically said, but I could’ve sworn there was a glint of relief in his eyes. “Enough of this gushy talk, tell me, how do you feel?” “Normal.” “Ok, good start. Come smell me.” Max asked, sticking his neck up for me. I took a whiff, sandalwood, but this time I sneezed at the smell. “Perfect. You're cured for the time being. Now let me go find a way to get rid of these urges for the beast, but not the beast’s sister.” Max began walking out mumbling something along the lines of, “can’t live with um, especially when they don’t let you kill the one thing that could ruin our clan.”