Percy Jackson Lemon Nyx Novels & Stories

My aura flared instinctively, the shadows in the corners of the room deepening as my power pushed outward. "Enter," I rumbled, my voice low so as not to wake her. The door creaked open, and Hestia, my head healer, stepped in. She carried a tray of fresh bandages and a basin of steaming water infused with marigold and comfrey. Behind her stood a young male apprentice, a boy named Leo who was barely twenty. The moment Leo stepped over the threshold, my Lycan hit a wall of pure, territorial rage. I didn't think. I was out of the chair and standing between the bed and the door before Hestia could take a second step. My shift wasn't full, but my eyes were glowing a lethal, molten amber, and my te

“I didn’t—fuck. I was just reading.” Nyx smiled, slow and predatory. “And I answered.” He drifted closer, feet not quite touching the ground. One shadowy tendril curled around her wrist, cool as midnight air. “Been a long time since anyone called me through properly. I’m feeling… generous.” She should’ve slammed the book shut. Recited the banishing rites. Instead she stood there, breath shallow, as another tendril brushed the back of her neck. Cool. Teasing. Her nipples tightened instantly under her thin black tank top.

Nyx was ahead, her scent burning through the trees like a trail of heartbreak and rage. Axel’s voice was laced with desperation through the mind-link. “Nyx! Please, stop running. We need to explain!” Nyx’s response was distant and cold, her words cutting through the link like ice. “There’s nothing left to explain, Axel.” Axel tried to reason with her, his thoughts racing. “You don’t understand, she tricked us—Liam was—” But Nyx’s growl was a low warning, her anger and hurt evident even through the link. “Don’t you dare use that as an excuse. You betrayed her trust.”

"Men go crazy for a slick, ready cunt, don't they? I'll be dripping for him, just thinking about it. You can bet he'll want me." "I'll want him," a girl said quietly. "I'll fuck him," another girl said. "I'll ride him till he can't stand. I'll milk him for his seed." "I'll give him puppies," said a third. "I'll be his perfect Luna," said the dark-haired girl. "I'll do anything he wants, I'll be whatever he needs." The blonde girl laughed. "You'll do what you're told to do," she said. "That's what we're here for. One of us will be his Luna, the rest of us..." She shrugged. "Will be disposed of."

Wrong. “What a pretty leash,” she said. “Wrapped around both your throats.” I felt Gabriel tense. I felt it through the bond like a pulled wire. “Careful,” I said. “You’re standing on a cliff with an alpha who hates metaphors.” Nyx laughed. “I like her.” “People who say that usually try to kill me.” “Only a little,” she said. “And only if you bore me.” She walked a slow circle around the telescope, fingers trailing over cold metal. “You smell like a curse,” she said lightly. “And old gods.”

Maybe I should be coming here more often if I get to feel this way. After a while, Nyx breaks the silence. “Would it really be so bad?” I slowly open my eyes before staring down at the ripples around my ankles. “What?” “Sleeping with Alec,” Nyx says, her voice softer now, more tentative. “Just this once. Just to... take the edge off.” My entire body locks up. “Are you serious?” Goddess, what the hell is she thinking and what has gotten into her? Why would she even consider such a thing?

Clarice’s smile widened as she saw her claws slid out. Then Clarice's fur rippled across her arms. Her bones cracked, her body started twisting and elongating until a massive Lycan stood where the “queen” had been. Her claws gleamed like polished daggers in the light. Yolanda didn’t wait. She lunged at her. Claws met claws in a spray of sparks. The force of the collision sent a vase shattering to the floor. The baby in Yolanda’s sling screamed, his tiny fists batting at the air.

Hector pulled her sleeveless gown down her shoulders and his mouth followed the trail of his hands as he caressed her shoulders, kissing her everywhere he touched. His lips went lower and Alexa found herself arching towards him, head thrown back, her breast thrust forward, her buttocks pushed backwards. The Lyncan king took the breast jutting towards him as an invitation and his lips descended on one nipple, and one hand caressed the other nipple, while the other hand snaked round her waist, pushing her closer to his pulsating groin. She felt his need and an answering groan escaped her lips. She could not control her feelings, it was spiralling out of control.

and the full weight of his command overrides my senses. It doesn’t matter that I know he has pulled an aura on me; I can’t break it or resist it now. Nyx isn’t even trying to break it. The pervert is busy mewling in my head at her mate’s cruelty. She finds it erotic. Good to see someone’s at least having fun.

“Daniel, what have you drunk?” she asked, annoyed and laughing his words off. “Amanda, you are now getting on my nerves,” Daniel said because she had just hurt his ego and he was the son of the ego king. “Oh come on, I said, I am not going to laugh at this lame joke. A god and goddess and their son? Where we are in Percy Jackson?” she said, laughing. Daniel rolls his eyes. “Fine, if you want that,” he said and walks ahead. His dark blond hair started shining and turned light blond. She opened her eyes in astonishment.