Son Of Nyx Mga Nobela at Kwento

I heard her cries from across the room and watched the pack deny her help. I watched her get up. That part stayed with me longer than I expected it to. She is strong. “Who is she?” I ask my Beta, Cain, who accompanied me to Ashveil. “Lyra Thorne,” he whispered. “She is an omega and an orphan. She has no family in the pack.” “What was Godric’s reaction?” I inquired. A pause. “He seemed pleased.” “I wonder why.” He should know his son is making a mistake. Why didn't he stop him?

"Does he even know I'm his son? When I had two ribs broken, you know what he said? He said, 'Looks like the lesson hasn't sunk in yet.'" My mother opened her mouth and closed it again, nothing coming out. I turned to go. "You should leave." She grabbed my arm. "Ryan, I'm begging you. Chloe's leg is broken, Derek's disappeared, your father's lying in a hospital bed, and I can't hold this together anymore."

*** One month later, in Sire City. It was nine o'clock at night in the VIP restroom on the third floor of Sunshine Town. Elizabeth gripped the edge of the sink and vomited repeatedly. She had had a few extra glasses of wine at dinner, and her stomach felt like a stormy ocean at that moment. "Elizabeth, are you okay?" asked Lenny Sands, her company director. Elizabeth wiped the corners of her mouth. She felt disgusted just thinking about that fat man at the Union Technology banquet. "I’m fine!" Elizabeth shook her head. If she wanted to survive in Sire City, she had to keep this job.

Sure enough, after only two seconds of hesitation, he stepped forward unhurriedly and cleared his throat. "You're all mistaken. Eloise Lloyd is not my son's mother. She's only..." He paused, his gaze falling tenderly on Samantha. "She's only the nanny I hired for my son. Samantha Yates is my son's real mother." A nanny? I froze, feeling myself going numb. Victor and I had been together since college. We had been through thick and thin for ten years. When his business failed and he fell into debt, I even fought with my father for his sake. When his frequent social drinking gave him stomach problems, I woke up at 5:00 am every day to make him a nourishing stew.

“Hear me. I didn’t call you for judgment, or for permission. I called because the Continuum reached forward, into the future, and put their hands on a child who wasn’t theirs to claim.” The woman’s eyes darkened. There, at last, was something like interest—a flicker of caution, perhaps even empathy. “So,” she murmured, “they’ve chosen inheritance over tradition. They want to rewrite what comes next.” Nyxara’s voice dropped, steel and ice. “Help them, and you lose whatever mercy I have. Stand with me, you keep your freedom. But try to use me—try to shape me into another tool for your ancient wars—and I promise you this: I will erase you. All of you.”

"Fine then, I'll tell you! I want to join your little crusade against Erebus as an emisary!" "What!?" He asked confused. Demons were forever loyal to master of darkness, they follow him doing his every command. "You are right to be surprised. See some of my siblings are tired of my father's eternal hold over us and want freedom.. " "Wait, father!?" He asked gripping the sword tighter. The demon not liking the interruption one bit but didn't take it to heart. He stood from the stair case. "I am sorry we haven't properly met. I am Thanatos son of Erebus!" He gave a mock bow rising with an expression that opposed Grey's. One of total amusement.

The sound of footsteps approaching could be heard. Outside the Kane family gate, Nyx carried an iron sword on his back, his head full of white hair hanging down behind his head, the bottom of his eyes revealing a deep and dark memory. Nyx was the mother god the north talked about, but it was undeniable that he was also definitely the world's first-class-obsessed person. "It's him!" Looking at Nyx from afar, Antonio, Mohan, Graham, and even Caleb, who was recognized as the number one tycoon in the North, felt their faces twitching.

How could he have been so dumb to bring him to the pack, he was the one who brought him closer to Ariana, to his mate. “No” he muttered, he tried to doubt it but the truth was hunting him. When he stood with Axel to challenge Hades, he could remember him clearly saying “My family”. How could he have missed that he was referring to him and Axel. “Nixon, report here now” he yelled through the mind link, with haste Gamma Nixon had arrived. “Did you kill my son?” He asked, his question was so direct making Nixon speechless, he couldn’t answer him. “Speak” he charged angrily, with his anger Nixon could notice that he knew the truth, turning to the witch beside him, he could see a smile on her fac

The girl I barely knew then, yet already knew: someone had broken her. And now I had seen who it was. Her father. Not merely a fallen man, not a name the Moon forgot. The master of darkness. No longer just decay, but a creator. He built an army out of what others discarded. Shadow-wolves, misshapen things. A new order. And Nyra… his daughter. Yes, there was a moment when knowing this shook me too. When I asked myself: what if her blood wins? What if her past drags her under? What if she finally finds her home in the shadow?

he gave the order like Nyx wasn’t his daughter. The warrior raised his knife, but before he could move, I grabbed it, twisting his wrist and driving the blade straight into his eye. He screamed in agony, collapsing to the floor as blood splattered across the marble. Nyx screamed loudly as his blood painted the ground. The sound of her scream attracted my father’s warriors. They rushed in, pointing their guns and swords at me as their eyes turned golden. I scooped Nyx into my arms. She clung to me, shaking uncontrollably. She was scared about everything that was going on... and I hated that she saw this side of me.