Percy Jackson Lemon Nyx Novels & Stories

"Thanks, I think." She walked over to her sister. "Now~" "Now." Abby and Kali tackled Nyx. "You need to be full." "Full what? Full of air would be nice, I can't breathe!" Nyxie flailed. "Help!" Erys laughed. "Oh, my hero." "You need to be full abyssal. Right now, you're partial because Hades was partial and it's bothering us," Abby replied. "…No flowers!" "But it'll be so pretty!" Kali protested.

So, Nyx was the scapegoat, the willing scapegoat and I enjoyed the way Sienna and Cassie made her suffer. I thought she would never as much as go close to his doorknob, and she would have the fear of breaking our friendship at the back of her mind, but I was wrong. I had underestimated the pull and charms of that devil and Nyx's willing pussy that would turn wet with just a few buttons. The first and last time she saw my dick, she had looked at it with so much longing and I noticed the way she clenched her thighs. She thought she had acted oblivious, but I noticed right away and it left a big satisfied smirk on my face.

NYX'S POV I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, hugging him close to me as my hips undulated, pumping over him. I reveled in the feel of his body, the smooth skin stretched over firm muscles. I rained kisses over his shoulder, taking tiny bites, nips at his salty flesh. “God, Nyx , I can’t take it anymore.” He wrapped one arm around my waist and flipped me in one smooth move, staying fully lodged inside me, never once breaking contact.

"I've spent my whole life being treated like garbage because I thought I was nobody. Just tell me who brought me that night!" *** Martha swallowed hard, looking into my desperate eyes. She took a deep breath, her chest rising and falling heavily. "The man who carried you out of the car..." Martha began, her voice dropping to a whisper. "He was wearing a gold crest ring on his right hand. He was a high-ranking Lycan from the royal…" Suddenly, Martha gasped. The words stopped abruptly. Her eyes went wide with horror. She gripped her chest with both hands as a strange, choked sound came from her throat.

And for the first time in days… Nyra was afraid to fall asleep again because somewhere in the darkness… An unknown assassin entered Lycan territory. … Nyra woke screaming one name: “Mother!”

I muttered, stepping inside. The place smelled of leather, liquor, and faint cigarette smoke—Marco’s kind of sanctuary. He poured himself a drink and slid another glass across the table to me. “So… what’s the occasion?" I sat, swirling the liquor in silence before speaking. “It’s about Nyx.” Marco raised a brow, curiosity flashing in his eyes. “Nyx,” he repeated slowly. “Did she—did something happen?” “No,” I cut in. “Not like that.” I leaned forward, pressing my palms together. “I can’t keep her under the contract anymore. She’s more than that. I want her. Officially.”

He rolled his eyes. Not Damon, but his wolf, Zeus, would kill him if he so much as touched a strand of her hair. Zeus was obsessed, overly possessive of anything that solely belonged to him or his master, Damon. From the looks of things, he had marked this girl as his mate, and not even Damon could take her away from him. He could see through her; her innocence radiated. She was too pure, so pure that the lycans wouldn’t be able to help themselves from wanting to taint her when she finally stepped into higher society.

The wound left by the stab had already healed, leaving behind only a small scar. “You want to mess with my mind? Play with me, huh?” She continued grumbling as she changed into more comfortable clothes. “Great! This lady will show you what it takes to play a real game. She will beat you so hard that you won’t be able to show your face in the entire Lycan Kingdom.”

Just before I could enter the kitchen, a familiar scent filtered into my nose pausing me in my tracks. Caramel and smoky woods, it was very faint and I knew I could only smell it because of my Lycan that was currently on the surface but it felt like a magnet that only seemed to pull me deeper and before I could control myself, I felt myself moving in its direction. I finally stopped in front of a guest room and when I pulled it open, I could have sworn that my heart seized to beat. Elysia was laying on the bed and she had an IV sticking out of her arm. She looked so fragile and innocent in her sleep, a complete contrast from the fiery red head I had come to know in this last week, I found my

I backed away, readying myself to run. Disgust quickly overrode my fear when he licked his lips and cackled, a hoarse grating sound. “You are Renshaw!” He exclaimed, laughing even harder. I took more steps away from him, my hopes rising as the freakish male made no move to chase me. I turned around but his next words rooted me to my spot. “You’re hanging out with the Lycan,” He clapped, his voice filled with glee. “Oh wait till he finds out about your dear pops!”