Novel & Cerita Son Of Nyx

Outside, the storm hadn’t stopped. “You brought me back,” Nyx said. “Now watch what comes next.” Alex fired first. Bullet to glass. Glass to shatter. Light exploded outward. Blinding. Burning. Nyx stepped free. Not girl. Not machine. Not human. Something more. Something less. “Run,” Caleb’s brother shouted. But there was nowhere left to run. Eve reached for my hand. Not to kill. Not to hurt. To hold. “You were my mother,” she said.

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

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.

"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.

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.

I’m pulled from my thoughts as my dad hits my arm, letting me know that the Alpha is trying to introduce himself. “Sorry, I’m Alpha Colin.” “No problem. I appreciate a man who can admire good artisanship.” “That’s not what I was appreciating. Who is that?” He raises an eyebrow. “That’s my daughter, Paige. The man next to her is my son Peyton, the future Alpha of Onyx Moon.”

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.

“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.