Novel & Cerita Percy Jackson Marries Nyx Fanfiction

“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.

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.

It’s not a question. He takes a deep breath, holding it in as his jaw clenches. I gently turn his face toward mine and meet his eyes. “No matter what happens, you will always have Wilder. And you’ll always have me.” “I love you,” he says, almost like a plea. “I know. And I love you.” After one more beat of hesitation, he whispers, “I had a dream about Nyx. Like a flash. It felt almost like a mindlink. She’s out of her cell. She’s making her way out of Tartarus.”

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."

It’s perfect. Scarlett darts past me, her curls bouncing, a sticky bun in each hand and powdered sugar smudged across her cheek. She’s already danced with half the warriors here, been given three new hair ribbons, and convinced Nixie to teach her the “grown-up” steps to a waltz. The child is utterly spoiled and utterly adored. Just as she should be. My gaze drifts across the party, a small smile tugging at my lips. Nixie and Percy are twirling in the open space near the fire, laughing as Percy dips her dramatically, nearly dropping her before catching her again. She swats him playfully and he leans in to kiss her shoulder. They’re so in love it’s like a halo surrounds them.

He snapped His fingers to the bartender, "call John and ask him to bring a priest here in fifteen minutes. I am getting married to My Queen." And just like that Persephone decided to marry Hades. The only difference was Manya was not marrying Samanvay because she loves Him. She was marrying Him to punish Herself for loving a weak man.