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.

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!"

"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.

“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.

she warned, more like threatened. I was not shaken though, I only folded my hands across my chest, a smug grin dancing on my lips. "Speaking of assignments, I think I'm all good in that aspect. I have done what I was hired to do. Nyx Uren is a hybrid, a combination of an Alpha werewolf and a great Sorcerer. Nyx is a were-sorcerer and the weight of her powers or capabilities is still unknown. She must remain under close observation until all about her unique self is revealed"

Its voice was broken and uneven. “…Before… I…” “You won’t harm me.” The creature let out a roar of frustration. “…Cannot… stop…” “I know.” Nyx took another step. The icy river rose to her ankles. Behind her, Captain Roderic tightened his grip on his sword. “If that creature moves—” Lucien shook his head. “No.” “We can’t just watch.” “We trust her.” The captain reluctantly lowered his blade. Nyx continued into the water until it reached her knees.

Xoxo Nyx I know what you must be thinking. Why? Why would you, retired veteran and practical shut in, Kinsley Nyx Knight, be hiding behind a hedge too tall in a skirt too small? Donned in a jacket that has too many wrappy straps to know what to do with? Let alone one in front of a conglomerate that can get you black listed from every decent job in this city? Nicky. That’s right. You guessed it. Just like everything else that has gone wrong since I got back to Haven, this is all my orphan brother Roman Nikolai Cross’ fault!