Percy Jackson Marries Nyx Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“What the fuck? No, I won’t. Don’t even talk like that. I’m not letting you go alone. Don’t be stupid.” “You will, because I’m still alpha and that’s an order.” Arron and Wolfe rushed in while I turned my back to them. “What’s going on?” Wolfe questioned looking around confused. “Listen, I don’t have a lot of time, and apparently communication isn’t my strong suit, so I’m just going to say the shit, and I expect you to hold the questions for now. Onyx is a vampire and wolf hybrid. She didn’t know. I found out a little while back and just told her maybe two hours ago. She fucking left like the hard headed asshole she is without even giving me a chance to explain. But I love her and I’m not ac

Neither of them said a word. ********** Nyx’s POV It had been a few minutes since Alpha Kyo left. He hadn’t returned yet, and I was still waiting. He had to tell me about his wife—something I had been asking about for so long. I changed into a simple dress and lay down, trying to rest. As I started to doze off, I suddenly felt someone pull me into their arms. “Hey! Leave me alone! Who are you?!” I shouted, struggling to free myself.

Then she turned and started walking away, fast, her arms wrapped around herself. "Get in the truck, Nyx." He called out. She didn't stop. Didn't even look back. And that fueled the frustration that had been building up inside him. "Nyx, get in the damn truck." Kyrell's patience was hanging by a thread as he watched her small frame walking towards the main road. Nyx's eyes were beginning to gloss up. She didn't even know why she felt hurt when he asked her to leave. That was her first kiss, and when she thought he'd enjoyed it as much as she did, he'd sent her away like she was a disease.

I laughed softly and looked away, but when he saw Kieran and me exchange rings and prepare to kiss, Nathaniel could no longer contain himself. He frantically battered the glass ceiling with his head until it began bleeding. Even so, I never once looked up. Finally, Nathaniel collapsed unconscious against the glass. When the servants asked how to handle the situation, I said calmly, "Have the Eagle Clan collect their heir. He's making quite the spectacle." Throughout all this, Kieran's eyes remained fixed on me. When we reached our bridal suite and were finally alone, though he appeared perfectly composed on the surface, his tail was wagging like a propeller.

"Oh come on, Charlotte. Are you about to accuse me of being a creep again?" "Yes, yes, I actually am." "Where was the first place we met?" Oh, I realized, suddenly feeling silly. Rather than replying, I just kept my frown consistent while grinding my teeth. "Do you have any idea how awfully hilarious you look doing that?" Noah asked and laughed to himself. "Now, let's get down to brass tacks." He said and kept the document he got from Green in the center of the table. "The marriage contract." He announced. "Let's discuss the-"

Ever. “Alden… You're quiet, why aren't you talking?” Nyx pouted, her half lidded eyes looking at me. But then, she brightened up and suddenly said, “Ah… I get it! You want to sleep with me! That's why you're holding me so tightly right now, right?!” I choked on absolutely nothing. “What?” I snapped, my voice coming out harsher than I intended as I turned to look at her. Nyx grinned, mischief dancing in her dark, intoxicated eyes, “You want me.” She singsonged, wiggling her body slightly in my arms, which, damn it, only made things worse for me.

This proves my assumption right. Nyx has always been a hybrid, a were-sorcerer to be precise. The combination does not seem to be the best for a hybrid if I were to say, their coexistence might cause havoc but I trust Nyx to find a way to make it work. "Fuck this, you are too irresistible young lady" I growled throatily and dashed to her side to lift her over the table. Closing up the space between us by pulling her closer to me, I kissed her lips hungrily not getting enough of it.

But those were myths, fairy tales told to pups around a fire. And Nyx? She was an orphaned omega who barely spoke. Right? But now my gut twisted with unease. My wolf snarled again. You rejected your mate. You rejected power. You rejected her. I clenched my jaw and threw another log into the fire, sparks flying. If she truly had power… then I may have made the worst mistake of my life. ____________ Nyx I didn’t return to the den. I couldn’t. I spent the night in the glade, curled beneath the roots of the moonwillow tree, body aching, skin buzzing with aftershocks of whatever had just happened.

"Really?" "Really." I pulled her into my arms and held her close. She fit perfectly against me. The shock still sat there but joy pushed through it stronger every second. I was going to be a father. Nyx carried our child. A symbol of us and our love. The thought filled my chest with warmth. "Marry me." I said on impulse. She pulled back just enough to look at me. "What?" "Nyx, I want you as my wife. This time I want to do it right. I wanna choose you because I love you."

“I put a spring-trap under the plank in the spring; if you are chased you can knock out the single peg and drop the support — but only after everyone has crossed.” Nyra looks at me once more; her gaze is at once asking and giving, as if to say, “Do what you must, I will do what I must,” and in that exchange everything is paralyzingly beautiful and ruthlessly cruel — for the world we held together until now splits into two strands, and only the gods know where they will meet again. “Aedan…” she begins, and now she is not calling the king, not the warlord, not the man organizing defense, but me, her husband, whose hand trembles just as hers does. “Promise.”