Nyx Okami Novels & Stories

he muttered. His voice didn’t sound like itself. It came out twice—once normally, and once as a faint whisper half a second behind. A second Damian who was almost him. Nyx landed lightly, crimson fire sparking under her boots as she stabilized herself. Her reflection lagged an extra fraction of a second, and its eyes burned gold. “Careful,” she said, scanning the area. “The realm reacts to us.” Kael lifted one foot slowly. The surface molded like wet mirror around his boot.

she warned, more like threatened. I was not shaken though, I only folded my hands across my chest, a smug grin dancing on my lips. "Speaking of assignments, I think I'm all good in that aspect. I have done what I was hired to do. Nyx Uren is a hybrid, a combination of an Alpha werewolf and a great Sorcerer. Nyx is a were-sorcerer and the weight of her powers or capabilities is still unknown. She must remain under close observation until all about her unique self is revealed"

"Hello, Rosalee. It’s nice to officially meet you. My name is Nyx, and I’ll be in charge of your training. For today, I just want to get a sense of your strength and endurance so I can put together the right training plan for you." I nod my head, signaling that I understand. Nyx folds her arms and tilts her head slightly. "Have you ever done any combat training before?" I shake my head. "No, I’ve never trained before." Nyx nods her head again, her expression unreadable. "Alright, let’s start with something simple." She lifts her hands in front of her and gestures for me to do the same. "Make fists with both hands." I follow her instruction, curling my fingers tightly. Nyx reaches forward and

Back at Tharros's Castle in the Garden: Dika and Nyxoria were still sitting together at the garden, enjoying the peaceful surroundings and the beautiful flowers all around them, when Dika suddenly asked out of nowhere, "Can you summon your wolf dragon now that you know for certain that the mark you have on your body is not just there for pretty tattoo designs? Can you actually call it to you?" Nyxoria smiled at the question and nodded her head enthusiastically. She was excited to try. She closed her eyes tightly and concentrated hard, and with her mind she reached out and summoned Obsidian, calling to the ancient creature. When she opened her eyes again after a few moments, expecting to see

“… next is the orders—” “What the hell, Millie? Your explanation is too complicated.” Lilac rolled her eyes. “You see, Emily, she met her gaze, “We have a king, which is the Alpha. Then the Beta, the elites or councils, and the orders or warriors. The orders will make sure that the borders of this state are well-guarded. They defend it from rogues—you know, a werewolf who doesn’t have a home or packs, the hunters—” “Humans…” Emily mumbled.

She didn't call for a wolf; she called for the darkness. Suddenly, the shadows beneath Nyx seemed to come alive. They rose up like ink in water, wrapping around Nyx’s ankles and pulling her off balance. In the split second of Nyx’s surprise, Lyra rolled away, swept Nyx’s legs, and pinned her down, the obsidian tooth Hokan had given her pressed against Nyx’s jugular. Nyx stared up at her, breathing hard. Then, she started to laugh. "Shadow-walking. I haven't seen that in a century. Hokan was right. You aren't an omega. You’re a nightmare."

Maria shakes her head. The meeting building is established following the modern techniques, which gives off an amazing and prestigious aura. Nyx walks boldly with her head straight ahead, avoiding the stares, but deep down she feels nervous. She's still young and needs space to grow, but she doesn't feel like she can trust anyone in this madness. She gets a bit surprised seeing Sonic in the meeting hall, clearly she didn't expect it. He's the leader of the wolves who escapes from the pack, commonly known as Deserters. Sonic helped Nyx a lot gathering allies and equipments, to perform the ritual to the Silverine throne.

She was smiling. “You look like you’re about to tear the city apart, Alpha Okoye,” she purred, her eyes flashing an unnatural, chemically altered amber. “Get out of my way, Nyra,” I growled, bare teeth flashing. “I don’t have time for the Volkov pack’s games today. Where is my mate?”

I groaned. "Triple!" Nyx grinned, victorious. My chest tightened. Gods, she was beautiful when she won. "Royal flush," Kyle said. He leaned back, satisfied. "I think we should turn the attention onto you now. Master, how do you plan to fight off a resistance movement without killing anyone?" I felt it immediately—the shift. Nyx's posture changed. Her eye twitched. "I expected death but I guess not my reaction to it. Like I already told you, my issue was losing that huge piece of information and it being my fault. Should we start cleaning—"

Luna stayed close to her side protectively. “This is Nyx. Ancient Lunar Wolf. Survivor of the first void wars. She spent decades hiding from civilisation because she was corrupted by the very darkness she fought. She is proof that sometimes the cost of fighting evil is becoming partially evil yourself. That is what unfocused military escalation would do to us.”