Nyx Pjo Novels & Stories

“Day 31: My skin burns at night. I hear her crying inside me. They say she’s not a real baby, but I feel her heartbeat.” "Day 52: They took my voice. But I found a way to scream inside their code.” "Day 81: I am Nyx. I am Ivy. I am the girl who cannot die. But they keep trying.” The next page held a small photograph. A sonogram. At first, I didn’t understand. Then I saw the name printed across the bottom in faded ink. Subject X: Viable Embryo / Project Nyx / Host V.3 I dropped the journal.

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

Was he here this whole time? "I'm Kyro – Nymph of the Earth Element," he declares. There's something in his eyes I didn't trust. So much hatred, it clings to him so tightly, I wouldn't be surprised if he felt possessed by the emotion. Not only that, but he reeks of it so strongly, I have trouble maintaining eye contact. Warm arms curls around my waist, Jaxson pulling my body into his; I realise he's naked. "State your business," Jaxson says, his tone holding that authoritative cold one I didn't like.

They're so close, and they're not giving me the breathing space to stand and fight. “I wonder what Jocelyn will do if I mess with you for a while,” she smirks and crouches down in front of me, her power suddenly crackling in the air with her veins colored a dark purple across her skin. Nyx’s claws glint under the moonlight, and his eyes are glowing red. Just like Thanox's creatures. “You betrayed everyone,” I spit at the bitch. “You’ve been working with the enemy and—” “Hey!” she snaps, forcefully grabbing my chin and making me look into her dark, glowing eyes. “You should’ve stayed out of this, but no, you want to be the good, noble knight in shining armor to defend your sweet, lovely Jocel

I said. “I helped write the margins,” Nyx replied. “Sloppy work. Emotional. Very you.” “I don’t bargain blind,” I said. “Say your price.” She tapped her nail against her teeth. “A vow.” Gabriel stiffened. “No.” Nyx’s gaze snapped to him. Sharp now. “Not yours.” She looked back at me. “Yours.” I crossed my arms. “You don’t get promises from me unless I mean them.” “I know.” Her smile turned pleased. “That’s why it’s valuable.”

Yumi's POV - 5ft, 11 inches tall, alloy-orange long hair held in a male bun, amazonite eyes, and a funny sweet smile. That’s Nyx; my ex and first love. He’s only two years older than I am and he’s been mated to someone else for the past two years, and I’m deeply overjoyed he’s going to be a dad. “You look more excited than I do.” Nyx smirks and proceeds to say, “So, how’s it like now that you’ve found your mate?” I stiffen to stillness and everyone laughs at me.

The feel of his body against mine, the sound of his groan as my tongue slides against his and the taste of nicotine. Nero feels like everything I’ve been missing. When we separate, he leans his forehead against mine and sighs. “Gods, I’ve been wanting to do that since the first time I saw you,” he says before kissing my forehead. My cheeks are aflame as I look up at him and notice how his slate-gray eyes have shimmered to crimson. My eyes widen at the realization that Nero is an Alpha. “Your… your eyes,” I stammer, wanting to touch his face but then stopping myself. “You’re an Alpha?”

******* Alpha Kyo’s POV The morning air was sharp with frost as I returned from patrolling the Blackmoon perimeter. Something was off. I could smell it in the trees. Something magical. Are they using spells here? Thorax, I called my wolf silently, why do you keep showing me signs without revealing the full truth? But he didn’t answer. That meant only one thing — something was wrong. I quickened my steps. As I reached the east wing, I saw her. Nyx. Collapsing. “NYX!” I shouted, running to her. She was on the floor. Limp. Unmoving.

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.