Novel & Cerita Nyx Ulric

Isaac brushed past him before taking a seat at the head of the table. As the youngest son of the Lycan King, the only reason why he’d paid a visit to the Werewolf Kingdom was for one reason and one reason only: he needed an heir. He was the only prince without a Luna, and he knew that this wasn’t exactly the best look for him and his family. And so, for the sake of succession, he chose to use a surrogate – even though surrogacy was technically illegal in Lycan’s country, what his family and the people didn’t know wouldn’t hurt them, right?

For a moment, they just looked at each other. "Can I see your wolf?" Crystal asked nervously. Ryder smiled, and with a fluid motion, he transformed into his Lycan form. Crystal gasped, mesmerized by the majestic creature before her. Ryder's Lycan body was powerful and majestic, with thick, dark gray fur and piercing yellow eyes. His muscles rippled, his powerful legs propelling him forward with ease. His face was strong with high cheekbones and a sharp jawline, and his ears were pointed and alert.

~Ex mate.~ I ignore Otsana’s remark as I make my way down the hall and when she keeps on prodding, her mental glare like an itch down my skin, I agree to it. “Ex Mate.” Ulric is my ex-mate, and his brother is my new mate. Somehow both of them manage to infuriate me, so I don't think the mixup matters much.. What the hell even made Ulric think he could speak to me in such a manner?

Liliana laughs when she sees Alana playing peek a boo with Aiden over Jonathan's shoulder. "Then you will love our library, King Orin may not have been a good man but he was a good ruler and kept an excellent collection of books. Alana, if you want to see him just ask." Ulric watches his mate with a pained smile. My heart sinks as my free hand drifts over my navel protectively, remembering that Alana was turned, so she is unable to carry a child. "Ulric!" Alana squeaks, her cheeks turning bright red embarrassed by her mate.

We don't have the power to win over her. But Ulric continued, and some warriors he had summoned joined him. Dark takes Agnes's hand, and they follow the alpha. As Ulric approaches, he sees Lilith and is terrified. His strong and mighty warriors whine. - What do you want here? - dares Ulric to ask.

How could a person who couldn’t make his own decisions without his mom’s help lead the pack? And Ulric? Yes, he was smart, good at swordsmanship, archery, and virtually everything he did, but he is nothing but the son of a mistress. He is the son of a maid whom the Alpha King impregnated by mistake. He is no different from Toby, the son of my mother’s court lady.

There's a hard edge to his tone and he sounds like he’s almost growling. “Yes, Alpha,” Lyson says and I hear Marcus snicker. They all dress up quickly and we proceed with our journey. Marcus is the first to break the ice. “Are you ok? When you mindlinked us to run, we heard the growling sounds but we didn’t know what attacked you,” he says, his golden-brown eyes looking worried. He has smooth caramel skin with short curly black hair and pink lips. “We barely escaped. It was a hellhound but I think they were a lot but they just felt lazy to come after us,” Roy responds.

"Luciana, my first daughter. Lumiere, my first son, and my second son, Liutrich." Despite feeling hesitant, I decided to take precautions to conceal any potential connection between my triplets and the royal lycan family. The most distinctive feature they had inherited was the forest-green eye color, which was a telltale sign of their lineage. To disguise this, I utilized special incantation jewelry that allowed me to change their eye color temporarily. At present, their eyes matched mine, a soft and enchanting cornflower blue. Luciana adorned a pair of earrings that served as the incantation jewelry, while Lumiere and Liutrich wore necklaces, both gifted by the divine priestess who had bles

Nyx dressed in black and memorized the route. The sublevel smelled like metal and cold stone. The room she entered was smaller than the one she’d found before, and intimate, deliberate. A round table. Three chairs were occupied. One empty. Celeste Whitmore sat to the left. Across from her, a man Nyx didn’t recognize, the older, eyes sharp with calculation. And Alaric. “Sit,” the man said. Nyx did. “You’ve disrupted projected outcomes within your first twenty-four hours,” he continued. “Impressive. Reckless.”

he said. I gritted my teeth, “I will kill you,” I said. “So much threat from a chained man,” he said. “Not a threat, a promise,” I said. The door pushed open, and the air smelled vile, like a land filled with rogues. I saw them, the same feral eyes hungry and broken. Rogues hated packs, they loved the wild, and seeing the way they stood in this room, I could tell they were… Nyx. “Hello Lycan King,” a man said.