Son Of Nyx Novels & Stories

The waiter in shock and sweat dripping down his forehead, looked over at Lilith with an apologetic expression. He tried to apologize, but because of his fear he kept stumbling over his words. And him being scared was nothing surprising given the fact that Lilith was the daughter of one of the most powerful people in the city: Mr Washington.

It might be my mage powers growing but I will ask my dad about it. I hadn't heard much about his dad as I did his mom. I was curious. "Where is your Dad?" "Not far from here. He was the Dragon Lord before he became the King of the Amyssian Empire. Red Dragons are stronger than normal Dragons so they are always trained as Dragon Lords." "So you are the Son of a Dragon Lord?"

My throat tightened around the words until they came out thin. "He wants me to kneel," I said. "In front of everyone. Apologize to her. For something I didn't do." There was an uneven silence in the atmosphere. I braced myself, because I knew what came after silence with my father. He did not comfort. He assessed. "Stop that," he said finally, "You are a Lycan's daughter. My daughter. You do not cry over a man who could not hold what he was given." "I'm not crying."

“You took the body of a succubus and fucked anything and everything, what exactly are you useful for?” “So, you want to turn on me because your own offspring made a fool out of you?” Nyx said frostily. “You lost, Grim and if I am being honest, I have never seen a mighty god of the dark look so pathetic.” “You know what, you are absolutely right, I have been behaving rather unbecoming of who I really am.” Adam said in a quiet tone as he stared at Nyx. He knew that he was never going to regret what he was about to do.

“If …if there is a life after death… I …I wish you to be in it, as my wife again.” I cried uncontrollably, “I will be watching over you.” He said then I felt his body become lifeless in my arms. A loud cry escaped my lips before I fell into an ocean of darkness. The Devil watched as some soldiers dragged the dead body of his son on the ground. Yes, his son. The son he was supposed to kill after birth if that witch hadn’t gotten involved. He wondered if he really would kill his son then? Even though he didn’t want to admit it, he knew deep down he wouldn’t be able to kill him. Nyx would never forgive him and he could never do anything that would upset her. He couldn’t bear to see a tear on he

Damien turned, jaw tightening, every muscle in his body going rigid. His father, Marcus Blackfang, stood at the edge of the ring. The Alpha was a mountain of a man, broad shoulders wrapped in black leather, his hair dark as night streaked with silver, his eyes a piercing shade of molten silver. His aura pressed against the clearing like a stormcloud, thick with dominance, suffocating. Even the air seemed to bend around him. Marcus stepped into the circle with unhurried strides, boots crunching against the gravel. His eyes swept over the bloodied enforcer before flicking to Damien.

My mind couldn’t catch up. One second, Nyx was peeling me apart like threads from old silk— The next, he stepped into the clearing. My father. A ghost wrapped in flesh. A myth reborn. His voice slammed through the air like a war drum. “Get your hands off my daughter.” Nyx stilled. For the first time… The god of night hesitated. “You shouldn’t be here,” Nyx said quietly, their voice tight with something that sounded disturbingly close to unease.

Bob’s tone was sarcastic. Lex looked up, “I have – what have you got on Hades’ sons?” Bob produced a folded piece of printed A4 paper and handed it to Lex who snatched it hungrily. He folded it impatiently. “According to G****e, Hades, who is also known as the god of the underworld had three children, Zagerus, Macaria, and Melinoe. The first is a boy while Macaria and Melinoe are girls. Now if you’d ask me, I think this information is irrelevant. Nothing concerns Greek mythology with Nigerian homicidal maniacs.”

"Why do I feel something is up with all of this? Sylvia hasn't been that much of a mother figure to Nyx. Besides she sent forces to bundle her daughter home because she too is power blinded and wants to perform the ritual at all cost with her daughter's blood. What makes you think that all is well, Miss Pendleton?" "You are right again Narek, nothing is okay about all of this. Sylvia has Nyx now and won't let her go because today is the day she fulfils her destiny. Nyx was born as a result of the prophecy which must take place no matter what. She is the only ticket to the restoration of the Sorcery clan. The only key to obtain power above all other mythical beings and to keep the Sorcery cla

Not because we’d go out in a blaze of glory, but because when we made that final, insane, suicidal push for victory, I might just hang back a bit and let them all go on ahead. Nyx stood, gazing up at the elf. “No.” He shook his head. He hadn’t been the same since he’d been possessed. He was shaken and twitchy, unable to focus on what people were saying. “No, no.” He began walking towards his giant mother. Claire and Flossie moved to stop him, but I called them back. “Let him go. He’ll be safer here.” They were reluctant to listen to me (no change there), but it wasn’t like we were headed anywhere better. Nyx Hura’nyx, seventh son of the seventh litter, was taking a break from the adventuring