Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

Then with its mouth still shutted hard, a resonating voice with growls, if possible, began speaking inside him. ' I, ALEXANDER, ALPHA OF SILVER HELLENIC PACK AND KING OF MACEDONIAN KINGDOM, AM CONQUERING MOON ARGENTUM PACK OF ACHAEMENID EMPIRE! WHOEVER WISH TO HAVE THEIR HEAD SEPARATED IS WELCOME TO STEP FORWARD AND TRY THEIR AUDACITY ! '

The floors were a black marble tiles and the walls were painted fully white with golden spiral stairs leading to the floor above us. Multiple paintings of werewolves hung on the wall and the scent of Jasmine and lavender filled my nostrils. I noticed they were coming from the scented candles in certain parts of the room. I found Lycan sitting on one of his black leather sofas, a glass mug in his hand, his eyes fixed to the laptop on the glass table in front of him. The voice coming from the laptop made me realise he was having a video conference.

– He growls at me, I can see the Alpha in him surfacing. I receive a mind link from the doctor “Alpha, we need you right away” “Fuck” – I say sprinting down the hallway towards my bedroom where I see Olivia passed out on a bed. “What happened?” – I look around asking with my alpha voice “We don’t know, she fainted” – the doctor replied “Well, bring her back” – I say looking at him while I take her hand on mine. “DO SOMETHING” – I shout

And Mary was right, I didn’t recognize his scent either. “I’m sorry, what’s your name?” I asked the man. “Ulric.” “Which pack do you belong to?” “Yours,” he replied. Okay, let’s do this another way. “What is the name of your pack?” “The Crescent Moon pack.” Ulric said. He looked so tired, his eyes kept closing. That was my granddad’s pack. Did Helena mess his head up too much? “I’m sorry, Ulric. But I think you’re confused. I’m Alpha Moon from the Wolvin pack. I will contact Alpha Oskar for you and you can go home.”

His armored feet touched the white sand of the mountain ridge without making a single sound. He was tall. Regal. Dressed in flawless black armor streaked with veins of pulsing crimson energy. His original silver hair had long since darkened into an ink-black color, but his deep eyes still held the faint, terrifying traces of the noble Alpha he had once been a thousand years ago. *Nyxar.* The dark god had finally, completely stepped out of the Eclipse Gate. He walked slowly into the shattered entrance of the temple, his crimson gaze locking directly onto Killian. Then, his eyes shifted to scan Seraphina. Finally... his terrifying gaze settled completely on young Aiden.

Allison almost begged her friend who widened her eyes. “No.. Don't say. Ali, nobody takes his name openly. He is the Dark walker. He is the most powerful man on this earth and can create the bloodbath in seconds around you by his bare hands only.” Nora voiced out, recalling the words once her father said to her. “Who?” Allison dared to ask. She was not ready to lose her family by that damn man’s hands. Nora stared at her and uttered silently. “LYCEON, the dark walker, the last original Lycan blood from the deadly kingdom in the whole world.”

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

His leathery wings twitched on his back. She shrugged indifferently, “Neat.” ‘Ulrich is among the oldest of us Gods. It would be wise to utilize that experience.’ Draco said through the mind-link. ‘He’s a proud bastard, so he won’t take kindly to you choosing Nyssa over him.’ I hadn’t realized how much I’d missed hearing their voices in my head until the arena’s magic blocked them out.

She said in shock. “Hello Rain. I’m so happy you are well,” Kylie stated happily. “You were made into a rogue?” Rain asked, hurt by the thought that her best friend had been banished. Just a year ago, she had been at Shadow Academy with this beautiful girl as her roommate. “I am now. When Alpha Leo returned from his trip months ago, he told us how he killed you for betraying the pack. He accused me of being an accomplice and exiled me and my entire family. I’m just happy to see that you are ok. Jackson found us after we were exiled and told me that you would be returning to us. I can’t believe it. You really are the Ultima Alpha,” Kylie said with tears in her eyes. She walked up to Rain and

I looked up at him again … the silver hair, the silver eyes, the particular quality of absolute stillness he carried … and I remembered every story I had ever heard about the supreme ruler of the wolf realm. Odd coloring. Unmistakable. Never seen in any pack because he belonged to all of them and none of them. The Lycan King. “Lycan King.” Aldric’s voice came out pressed and careful, his forehead nearly touching the ground. “We apologize deeply for this situation. Please … hand the traitor over to us and return to the festival. She has already disturbed your evening with her presence and we…” “I won’t be returning to the festival.” His voice didn’t rise. It didn’t need to.