Son Of Nyx Novels & Stories

Olivia asked Nyx. “Oh, yes. That’s this girl’s father.” Nyx told her. Olivia and Shadow froze where they were and looked at Nyx in shock. “He was in terrible condition when I first found him.” Nyx told them. “Poor guy gave up his human form to protect his family, and it nearly killed him. He is aware of every that is happening though he can’t wake up physically just yet because he’s still recovering. He just need a little more time.” Nyx noticed that they stopped following them, so she turned around to look at them.

"You old bastard! That's for bullying my dad!" He was Nicky Yates, Caleb's five-year-old son, conceived via IVF after more than a dozen attempts. Emery's entire family treasured him like royalty and spoiled him rotten. I grabbed Nicky by the scruff of his neck, hoisted him up, and delivered a sharp smack to his butt. "If your father won't teach you basic manners, I'll gladly do it today!" Nicky wrapped his arms around my thigh and bit down hard. I grunted in pain and instinctively threw him off me.

I had to guide her the way to my paradise. I groan again when she stopped and responded to my calling. "Where are you?" She's asking me. Even her soft voice made me excited. "Follow my voice." I let my dark magic do the trick. "When you heard a hissing voice means you're almost there." I got up from my bed with my half naked body. I know their plans will fail on catching me. "That kid, if he knew what his family does." I'm referring to her friend or what should I call him, my rival! I could kill him anytime I want but he's father is a clever man. He's now the Gods of the Gods. Even me has no ability to control him but I had reasons why I let them live. This demon son of him was Lyca's offspr

The curse, and being Apollo’s daughter, all of that information is only known to the twin alpha, to me, and to Beta Xander. “ My sons aren’t the first one to fall in love with a goddess,” he said. My lips are ready to utter another question when Alpha Nicholas held my waist possessively, pulling me closer to his body. Once again, he growls to his own father. “ You can kill me right now but I won’t leave her side,” he said. “ You’ll either leave her side or I will disown you and dethrone you, son,” his father replied with a vindictive smile.

The Jones name was synonymous with wealth and influence, the family having established a powerful enterprise under the leadership of Daniel Jones, Nyx's father. Athena found herself captivated by the images that accompanied the articles. There was a striking resemblance between Nyx and his father. The same facial expressions, the same shape of their features—it was undeniable. This was Nyx's lineage, his bloodline connecting him to a life of privilege and affluence. But as her search continued, another headline caught her attention: "The Death of the Head of Jones." Curiosity piqued, Athena swiftly clicked on the link, eager to uncover the secrets that lay beneath the surface.

He looked at her as though she was simply beautiful. Proserpina blinked. And the sudden sense of awareness immediately flowed through every single nerve when his gaze slowly wandered to her body and inaudibly swallowed, licking his lips, clearly liking what he saw. ‘Enough–’ “State your name.” He grinned broadly, appearing absurdly pleased at the chance of having to introduce himself, “Alastor Nyx of the Northern Pack.” Proserpina raised an eyebrow at that. How curious… Alastor Nyx is Ancient Greek that literally means avenger of the night, if translated in typical-tongue.

Our father always compared him to me and Rio always felt less of himself. This day was going to be Rio’s best day, he was the mastermind to this idea and for once I didn’t even think twice about it. My father proved to be a bad man, he messed with my mate and that I would never take lightly. He talked about my Mate and her family being part of the Lycan bloodline, the only surviving lycans that were degraded to pups and her Lycan wolf gets reborn if I make her my Luna. I was so ashamed and disappointed hearing that from my so-called father. Knowing that my father was competing with me wasn’t pleasing to hear.

“To rise, you must burn. To rule, you must bleed.” Nyx’s POV — Ashborn Path, Second Trial The obsidian mirror loomed ahead of me, tall as a tower, smooth as still water, and twice as cold. My name was carved beneath the reflection in letters too sharp to have been chiseled by hand. NYX LUMINA GRAY Daughter of Flame and Storm Fell before the Second Dawn I stared into it. My reflection stared back—smaller, quieter, afraid. Not the version of me that fought shadow beasts or survived the first Phoenix Trial. This one looked like she was already fading.

“His father was Alpha.” There it was again, that word: Alpha. Not fantasy now, and not folklore. It was real enough that my mother said it without blinking. The kettle started whistling softly. Mom turned away quickly to pull it off the stove while I stood there, trying to process the fact that my entire hometown apparently sat on top of a hidden world no one thought to mention. Well, now. Isn’t that just a fruity little bowl of psychological damage. Voices drifted quietly from the living room, low, controlled. Takoda and Elias.

Mum and dad stood on each side of me, and Justin also showed a bright smile making it obvious that I was favored by the whole family. I held my head high, my eyes flashing for the briefest moment—just long enough for those with sharp senses to catch a glimpse of the power that pulsed beneath my skin. The envious stares did not faze me. Let them whisper. Let them wonder. For I was no longer the forsaken, broken Luna. I was Nyxia Hemsworth, the daughter of the Alpha King. And I am out to exact my cold revenge on all those who crossed me.