Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

Just then, someone beside her gasped, breaking the silence. “The three lycan princes!” Suddenly, something shifted within Lydia, as if she had been expecting this moment. A voice in her mind, Circe, stirred to life. “MATE,” it exclaimed, resonating with a deep longing. The aroma intensified; it was a blend of hot coffee and honey. She recognized that the scent was coming from the man in front. Without thinking, she began to walk toward him, feeling the pull of her instincts. Circe hadn’t failed her; she felt drawn to hug him and plant kisses on his cheek. But before she could reach him, the prince walked past her and scooped up Thalia in his arms. Thalia giggled as he brought her down, his b

His eyes, his words, his aura spoke just one emotion unanimously — possessiveness. Right before stepping out of the room, he turned and looked at me. “He will be there, too. In the All Alpha meeting. But don’t worry, I promise, I’ll never let him get anywhere near you, ever again.” It was then I realized that Kian Nyx Abner, my ex-mate, was now the lycan alpha of the Nyx Winter pack. So, it would be compulsory for him to attend the All Alpha meeting. I lost the strength in my legs and slumped on the bed.

Orion mutters under his breath, “Great. Just what we need—an uncontrollable Lycan with a god complex.” “So, what do you suggest we do?” Nero asks, his voice tight with frustration. “We need to find him,” Arkyn says, his tone grim. “And when we do, we need to make sure he understands the consequences of his actions. I’ll handle Legacy, but we need to work together to stop this before it’s too late.” Nero exchanges a glance with Orion and me, and I can tell he’s not thrilled about the idea of working with Arkyn. But we don’t have a choice. Legacy’s a threat, and we can’t afford to ignore it.

Deciding to distance myself, I stood up and walked away, aware that their mockery wouldn't cease as long as I remained in their sight. As I rounded the corner toward my next class, an inadvertent collision occurred with a solid chest. Regret settled in when I glanced up to identify its owner— Joric, the impending Alpha, smirked at me. Similar to Britney, Joric is another bully, boasting an inflated sense of self-importance due to his future alpha status. However, in terms of strength, he paled in comparison to his future beta and gamma. The sole qualification for his alpha role was his lineage as the son of the current alpha.

Rayna compliments, reaching over to pet Aiden, then looks over at Ryder who nods. "He is very special," Ryder speaks, once he shifts back and holds our mate in front of him. "Thank you," I softly speak, when Ulric holds out a pair of work out shorts. "You're welcome, your mate showed he's a good leader and a strong warrior." Ulric nods respectfully before chuckling at Aiden, who is running around on the ground trying to say hi to everyone who will pay attention.

James scowled, “I didn’t fuck it up Mikey… we just got-“ James didn’t get to finish his sentence before the Lycan punched him hard across the face, sending him tumbling to the ground. The Beta didn’t even get a moment to breathe before the Lycan grabbed him by the neck and lifted him up in the air with just one hand. James struggled against the hand tightening around his neck, panicking as his vision started going dark. The Lycan snarled at him. “Don’t ever fucking call me Mikey again, My name is Michael Blackthorn! Son of Cedric Blackthorn…. I’m the fucking heir to the Lycan throne! You’ll show me some respect else I’ll make you regret the day you met me.” Michael snarled at James.

"You, on the other hand, who I have never seen at the pack games, or heard about. What exactly can you do? Better than your sister, at least?" My chest was hurting even more. Marcy was a better athlete and fighter. But we both had brains. And I could run a little, both forms. "I'm smart, and I can run. Are you seriously trying to get me to convince you to pick me over my sister?" My voice was calm. The angry kind of calm. My hands were balled into fists by my side. "Yes. I'm going to be the alpha someday, and I'll need a capable Luna to take care of the pack. Can you take care of yourself?"

And no, it wasn't physical, but mental. He groaned, shutting his eyes and holding the sides of his head in pain. Ulric watched him struggle. He also noticed a lady behind him, with a black hood over her head and a hand stretched at him. He didn't have time to think. He simply carried Zytha, running off with her. But he'd barely gotten far when her eyes stopped blinking. They stayed open, looking into his face. But they were lifeless now. "No, no, no. Please, no!" He dropped to his knees, his grief intensifying.

“Is that a problem for you? Should I tell him you are refusing to allow Miss Sheila to join him?” My uncle paled and his eyes widened. “No. No, of course not. If the lycan wishes to see the slave then he shall.” There was a slight tremble of fear in his voice. I stared at him in awe. I’d never seen my uncle afraid of anyone. All those things about the lycan… he is the alpha of alphas, one who controlled several packs and all the alphas bowed to his beck in call, all of that was true. My throat tightened. Why would someone like that want to see me?

“Miss…” “Don’t call me. Just tell them to come and fight me.” “Miss, no matter how many they fight you, you will still win. They are no match for you.” The man still tried to speak softly and calmly, even though he desperately wanted to end Eve’s madness and the suffering of the gammas there. Indeed, Eve was no match for them. Although she was a girl, she was strong and fast. Moreover, she was a princess, the alpha's daughter who now led the LycroClaws pack. If Eve were even slightly injured, they could all die.