Nyx Stay Night Novels & Stories

"I mean... stay with Lucian. He’s scared of the moon. I’ll be fine. Just a headache." I turned and practically ran into the palace. I didn't go to the bedroom. I went to the nursery. Nyx was already standing by the window, her coat on, her black teddy bear in her hand. "We have to go, don't we?" she asked. "Yes," I said, my voice trembling. "We have to go." "Will we come back?" I looked at the red moon reflected in her violet eyes. I looked at the palace I had called home, and the man I had sold my soul to save.

“Wait. How do you know all this?” I met his eyes. “I’ve met my sister. A few times. And Nyx also has a secret phone. Only outgoing calls. No one can reach her unless she wants them to.” He studied me for a long second. Then asked calmly, “Why didn’t she leave? She had chances. Even after she thought Renz was gone. Why stay?” I exhaled. “Because she’s been pretending. Isolation is just a cover.” I leaned forward. “Nyx has been building allies underground. Some from Renz’s establishments, old hotels and even clubs. Quiet people who still owed him loyalty. She doesn’t want Gabe dead.”

More danger. “This round is yours,” she said lightly. “Enjoy the feeling.” Dax snarled. Max took a step forward. Nyx lifted one finger. “No,” she said. “The game isn’t finished.” The crack in the wall widened behind her, shadow and light folding together like torn fabric. “I won’t need to hunt you anymore,” Nyx went on, eyes glittering. “The avatar will call.” Her gaze slid to Vera’s wrist. “And every moon-touched wolf will hear it.”

he murmured, a lifeline in the storm. As our cries subsided, we relaxed in our seats. “Xander, can I ask for a favor?” Nyx muttered. Her eyes were still red and puffy. “Of course,” he responded, his voice gentle as he patted her shoulder. “I can’t stay here any longer. I need to leave. Could you sign my traveler’s permission?” she requested, her gaze unwavering. Xander’s brow furrowed, concern etching his features. “Where do you plan to go?”

“Suzanna… help me…” His hand slipped beneath her skirt as he grabbed her without restraint. Suzanna’s face reddened slightly, yet she did not stop him. She turned to me with a calm expression. “Shane, go buy three boxes of condoms for me. I need to help Eric see if he has recovered. There will be plenty more anniversaries later. If you do not buy them, do not think about touching me for the rest of your life.” It felt as if I had fallen into an ice pit.

They start throwing ketchup packets, stomping on the floors I just mopped, flipping chairs. "Hi, Sir... we're about to close. How can I help you?" I ask, my voice shaky, part fear, part frustration. There's no security tonight. I'm alone. As I try to clean up after them again, one of the men suddenly grabs my wrist and slams me against the wall. I gasp.

Then she said, "I say, 'I'm staying anyway.' I say, 'I'll risk it.' I say, 'The roof will leak, but I'll patch it.'" They walked on, the boys' laughter a bright thread against the grey sky. --- That evening, after a meal of fish and vegetables, they sat on the porch, wrapped in blankets. The sky was clear, the stars a brilliant scattering. Ethan and Leo had fallen asleep in a tangle of blankets by the fire, their faces peaceful. "Will you stay in touch?" Sarah asked. "Not as mentor and student. As... fellow travelers." Maya reached over and took her hand. "I would like that."

It was time to go back to work. ... Three people were adjusting my clothes; one was behind me, and my hair was being brushed. "Sit down, Yhra, make up." I sat down and they were adjusting to my clothes and heels now. I am wearing a jump suit for the winter/spring collection. Run Away should be in NYC, but the organizers are Filipino, so the venue is here. Many rich and famous people are here for this weekend away. I looked up slightly and put a red velvet shade on my lips.

Together, we would heal our bodies and minds, strategize our next moves, and emerge stronger for the challenges that lay ahead. As the maids bid us goodnight, their caring expressions mirrored the sentiment of the entire pack. Their unwavering support reaffirmed our determination to succeed, not only for the sake of Scarlett but for the preservation of our pack's values and the bonds we held dear. In the solitude of my room, I took a moment to reflect. The Crimson Pack's kindness and hospitality had touched my heart deeply, reminding me of the power of unity and the strength found in the embrace of allies. Just as my eyelids grew heavy, the door creaked open, and Sage stepped into the room.

"Why don't you stay with me for the night? It's late and you look exhausted." Samantha's heart skipped a beat. She knew it was a risky move, but she also knew that she didn't have many other options. "Okay," she said, a shy smile spreading across her face. Adam led her up to his spacious apartment, offering her a guest room to stay in. As Samantha settled into the cozy bed, she couldn't help but wonder what fate had brought her to meet someone like Adam.