Percy Jackson Lemon Nyx Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, I'm losing control I—” “Are you willing to do anything for your son?” Lydia asked, taking me off guard. Why did she suddenly ask that? Lydia sighed before folding her arms. “Actually…I have a solution for you. But, I don’t know if you want to accept it since it’s kinda risky and most workers fail. But say, Rowena... Do you want to seduce the Lycan Prince?”

“Standing where I chose to stand.” Something in her chest shifted. Unsettled. The next days blurred. Shared assignments. Shared detention. Shared academic resources that forced coordination down to the minute. Every conversation threaded with subtext. Every disagreement edged with heat. They never touched. They came close enough that Nyx could smell the faint trace of ink and metal on him. Close enough that when he laughed, rare, brief, it startled her. One late night, after another mandated session, Nyx snapped. “You always deflect,” she said. “You intellectualize everything until no one can reach you.”

“You saw it. The light, the collapse. You think that’s protection? It’s leeching. It’s a balance that's being turned backward to increase her power.” “She’s an omega,” someone hissed. “That kind of power that she has isn’t natural.” I stood before I realized I’d moved. “You’re right,” I said. “It isn’t natural. It’s necessary. He was breaking, and you were all too afraid to move.” “Mind your tone.” The elder said as his eyes narrowed. “My tone?” I stepped forward, voice steady. “You want to call me a danger, fine. You want to call me a curse, fine. But don’t sit here pretending you’d be alive if I’d done nothing.”

She asked and I slowly turned her to face Xenos. “This is Xenos. He might have a solution to the curse” I said instead of revealing anything else. It was better if they figured out the truth by themselves, if there was any. Nymeria tilted her head and looked at Xenos who had not uttered a word yet. “Xenos, this is Nymeria, fae princess and Jasper’s best friend.” I did not know what else to say so I fell silent. The two kept looking at each other for a while but Nymeria was the first one to blink.

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!"

The metallic taste of blood on my tongue, the intoxicating smell of Cormac, and the air of the chamber all rushed to me at once. I was much stronger than Lyra. Alpha Cormac's little shit show doesn’t scare me a bit, but watching him do it to Lyra was something I would never want. That’s why I had to take control, to shut her off from feeling the pain. Cormac tilted his head as he gazed over at me. “Well, well. Who do we have here?” I glared at him, unflinching. My voice was steady and strong. “Nyx.”

Nyx chuckles and bends his neck to me. "I'll be your food source, I can't have blood delivered here," he grins and I licked his yummy neck and sank my fangs, his blood was like a drug and tasted delicious. I get my fill and close the holes with a flick of my tongue. Nyx's eyes are glowing brightly. "That's extremely erotic," he comments and kisses my lips. I hear a doorbell and eye Nyx.

Then Bast's power rippled over her, a pulse of arousal that made her pussy drip and her nipples swell. Nyx groaned as Alariq ran the hardness of his cock up and down her breasts, teasing the hard bud of her nipples. "I hate to admit it, but you really are a hero. And I'm willing to let you fuck me to the moon and back. Nyx's teeth gritted as he fought to keep still. But her words released the strain, and he forced his hands down, out of his restraints, to grasp her arms. Alariq's voice came as harsh as a whip. "

Nyx sat at the head of the table in her black leathers, her hair pinned up, looking every inch the Alpha Queen. I stood behind her left shoulder. Hands clasped behind my back. Face neutral. My eyes, however, had a mind of their own. They drifted to the curve of her neck. The thin silver chain she wore. The faint, pink scar just below her ear where my fangs had been. Her scent hit me. Jasmine. Warm skin. A hint of that sweetness that was just her. My gaze traveled down. The way her leather vest hugged her shoulders. The dip of her spine. The way her hip curved against the chair.

******* Alpha Kyo’s POV The morning air was sharp with frost as I returned from patrolling the Blackmoon perimeter. Something was off. I could smell it in the trees. Something magical. Are they using spells here? Thorax, I called my wolf silently, why do you keep showing me signs without revealing the full truth? But he didn’t answer. That meant only one thing — something was wrong. I quickened my steps. As I reached the east wing, I saw her. Nyx. Collapsing. “NYX!” I shouted, running to her. She was on the floor. Limp. Unmoving.