Nyx Ulric Novels & Stories

Nyx rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Is Julith your true mate or just a rebound fling," he questions, glancing at me. "Are you both going to act as if I'm not sitting right here?" I mumble angrily. They both look at me and Ryker grins. "I apologize miss, I'm Nyx, Ryker's father," Nyx states calmly. I nod my head and cross my arms. Nyx grins and eyes Ryker. "Mystrel has changed, some of Ozcar's darkness seeped into his soul, be very careful son, he is claiming the lady as his own," he sighed irritatedly. Ryker rolled his eyes and frowned.

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.”

Nothing. When I open my eyes, Nick is stepping toward me. "You need to relax, honey. Let it flow." "The last time, I used my Lycan voice to call for the wind, maybe that's why it isn't working." Nick pulls me close and wraps his arms around me. The air around us seems to come to life with vibration; it's charged but not violent. 'This is it, Nick, let Zeek come forward.' It is not a Lycan voice, but a powerful Alpha's. "Call for the wind, Zeek!"

A female egyptian thief/anti-hero named Alariq (blessed with the powers of Anubis, Bast and Isis) and a thousand years old male Greek Hero named Nyx meet. What started as a fight for the artifact became a hot passionate sex between the two ******************* The alley's shadows swallowed Alariq as she taunted, "A Greek hero who can't outmaneuver a thief? How disappointing." Nyx's eyes all but glowed with a thousand years of memories and fierce intent.

"Let's see what the King's inner circle is really made of." They collided like thunder. Nyx was fast, faster than anyone Saeris had seen move, and strong enough to hold her own against a creature three times her size. She ducked under a swipe of claws, came up inside his guard, drove a blade toward his ribs… The Lycan twisted, taking the hit on his shoulder instead. Jaws snapped toward her throat. She threw herself backward, rolling, coming up in a crouch. They clashed again. And again. Nyx was good. Damn good.

Xanth, Tezani, Syrana, and the rest of the warriors followed suit and they rode all through, not stopping until they got to Kilead. The horns blared in the castle, everyone knew that sound and they knew what it meant; warriors were returning back. Ulric Nyx was the first to rush to the window, only one of two teams was being expected to return, and he had prayed that it would be Ryder’s team, and it was, as news had reached Kilead of their arrival the moment they had been spotted entering Astaroth.

“I know what you are probably thinking. I banished him, but you both know as well as I do that he is skilled in the art of war and he probably would have seen all this a mile away. This is his area of expertise and we are lacking in it.” I had ultimate control, my pack trusted me, but we all had our strengths and we needed him. I look at Neah, “He won’t come near you!” I was trying to be reassuring, but it came out as an order. She bobs her head at me. “Nyx said she will kill him if he tries anything.” Her answer is deadpan and both men cock their eyebrows at her “Who the fuck is Nyx?” Eric demands. “Nyx,” I mutter, “Is Neah’s Lycan.”

Maria shakes her head. The meeting building is established following the modern techniques, which gives off an amazing and prestigious aura. Nyx walks boldly with her head straight ahead, avoiding the stares, but deep down she feels nervous. She's still young and needs space to grow, but she doesn't feel like she can trust anyone in this madness. She gets a bit surprised seeing Sonic in the meeting hall, clearly she didn't expect it. He's the leader of the wolves who escapes from the pack, commonly known as Deserters. Sonic helped Nyx a lot gathering allies and equipments, to perform the ritual to the Silverine throne.

Across every screen, in brutal white letters, a message blazed: Tag acquired. Retrieval authorized. Nyxara laughed, a sound that started low and grew wild, edged with something ancient and dangerous. “Oh,” she whispered, soft as snowfall, deadly as a blade in the dark. “So that’s your game.” She straightened to her full height, wiped the blood from her mouth, and let her eyes blaze with the impossible light of her legacy—violet and white, fury and power. “You just made yourselves easy to find.”

Audra retorts as Alaric turns his gaze upon Ulric who’s sitting on the floor. Ulric just made a peace sign in his hand, as a sheepish smile formed on his lips. With that, Alaric just heaves a sigh in frustration. He is the highest among the Igetes, and everyone’s life in this realm is his responsibility. And now, two mortals should be out of this chaos.