Nyx Stay Night Novels & Stories

"Jayden shifted Bryce and Lyra out of the main block to prevent any residual communication link leaks to their external splits. They are completely isolated." Inside my consciousness, Nyx was pacing, her claws clicking against my mental floor with a feral, restless energy. “Let us look at them,” my wolf demanded, her phantom violet eyes flashing with a terrifying, full-strength brilliance. “Let the tracker see what happens when the bloodline he thought he buried takes the keys to his cage.”

The problem was Freya and Nyx, not that they would try to stop me, but they would ask questions, and questions led to more questions, and the cleanest way to get out of an evening without a full debrief was to give people a story that required no debrief. *** I found them both back in the room before lights out, Freya on her bed scrolling her phone, Nyx reading, both of them in that settled state of an evening winding down, the room carrying that comfortable quiet that came from people who knew each other well enough not to fill every silence. "I'm going to stay the night at Nightborne tomorrow," I said, keeping it completely casual, dropping it into the room the way you dropped something un

“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.

I devoured them almost instantly, at how hungry I was. The night fell soon, and it was time for Amber- yes I got to know her name- to close the shop. Now, the question arises where would I stay the night? “Do you have a place to stay, dear?” I shook my head. Her smile upturned down, “I live with my roommate sharing the place. Where will I have you to stay?” she mumbled the last part to her herself but I heard. “Can I stay here? I will close the shop and can open it early in the morning also.” She looked unconvinced. I didn’t expect her to agree at the bizarre idea.

"Wait... you mean I can't go back?" Nyx regarded her with a small, pitying smile. "Not until the next full green moon." Panic surged. "No, no! I need to go back! My aunt and uncle don't know I'm gone. I wasn't prepared for this. I can't stay here!" "You require nothing from your old life," Nyx reassured her, calm and unyielding. "All that you need will be provided, clothing, books, and a home. You are safe here."

Me: I'll cancel my card and tell your mother you never quit weed. “You may leave,” I dismissed the scientist coldly, just as my phone buzzed in my hand. Nikolai: Give me a day or two. Thought so. Nyxaria stirred in my lap again, and this time I knew she was fully waking up when my soft pats against her back failed to settle her. “You need more sleep,” I murmured, combing my fingers gently through her hair as her eyelids fluttered open, her blue eyes searching mine. “I need to go back to my pack,” she muttered, her voice raspy as she tried to pull herself upright.

“I wanted to see you, and if I went back there I might not have been able to tear myself away from my computer because you aren’t there to do your little siren song and pull me away.” “My siren song, huh?” I nodded. “Very siren-y.” “Does it bring all the boys to the yard?” she asked, that sexy smirk I loved so much on her lips. “It brings my boys.” “Hey, hottie McHotterson, what are you doing here?” Jenna asked, emerging from the open door to the break room. “Picking up Natasha. What are you doing here?” She rolled her eyes at me. “I might be working, but sometimes I really don’t know.”

I would too. The door opens, pulling me from my thoughts, and Nyx walks into the room. Esteban, who’d been napping after an extra-long mindlinking session with Chris, bolts upright, ready to fight—until he realizes it’s her. Normally, she’d shoot him an amused look—she’s been the only one to come into our cell aside from that first meeting with the Red One—but today, her expression is urgent. “I have more information,” Nyx says. “They’re planning to leave here tomorrow at twilight—when the line between the fae world and reality is thinnest. Only five witches will be staying behind.”

“I have to get back to Isroth.” My stomach sinks and suddenly I’m so cold. I walk up the shore and out of the lake, my eyes fixed on Valen’s. When I reach him, I place my hands on either side of his head, keeping his gaze locked on me. “You do not have to go back. You are free. You’re here with me.” His eyes widen just a little more. “I can’t, Nova,” he says, his voice nearly a whisper. “I can’t stay here.”

In the pitch-black night, Nyx sat on the large windowsill, hugging her knees. She gazed out at the dark Wasteland in the distance. Juno walked up behind her and patted her shoulder. "Nyx, you should get some rest." Nyx made a sound of acknowledgment but continued sitting there motionless.