Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

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?

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.

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.

Freddy walks over to me once everyone leaves the room. "I have a friend that's apart of one of the main packs. He called me last night going on about how the Lycan King and two other males came in the middle of a war and took his alpha and the alpha whole family. Uncle Blake is tracking down all of the firstborn alphas. Aren't Alia's father a firstborn, which alpha is he?" He asks. "Alpha James," I tell him.

The more points we get, the greater our chances of being in the top ten. I glance at the tracker and go over the details again. Caleb literally told me, in a two-minute rush, about these demons and expected me to just be cool with it. The demon we’re hunting is a nyxie, a small water-horse that likes to drain humans of all the water in their bodies, leaving them dead. Nyxies are also notorious for getting drunk. This will be fun… I keep scrolling through my tracker all the way to the bottom. My heart skips a beat when I read the notes.

Luna stayed close to her side protectively. “This is Nyx. Ancient Lunar Wolf. Survivor of the first void wars. She spent decades hiding from civilisation because she was corrupted by the very darkness she fought. She is proof that sometimes the cost of fighting evil is becoming partially evil yourself. That is what unfocused military escalation would do to us.”

Lynn yelled, dashing into the room but I glared at him, my playful smile vanishing in seconds. “Don’t you dare!” I stared at his feet which had now crossed the door. He froze, shaking from my gaze that bore through him. He then took a step back, turning his face away as color drained from it. It was fear. No matter what, he knew he couldn't overpower me. But then, he wiggled his finger at me, “Stay away from Nyx. I don’t want you touching her. Anything you touch goes bad and turns into ruins. Nyx is not the girl you can ruin.”

"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.”