Son Of Nyx Novels & Stories

Nyx rubbed his eyes in frustration. "Is Julith your true mate or just a rebound fling," he questions, glancing at me. "Are you both going to act as if I'm not sitting right here?" I mumble angrily. They both look at me and Ryker grins. "I apologize miss, I'm Nyx, Ryker's father," Nyx states calmly. I nod my head and cross my arms. Nyx grins and eyes Ryker. "Mystrel has changed, some of Ozcar's darkness seeped into his soul, be very careful son, he is claiming the lady as his own," he sighed irritatedly. Ryker rolled his eyes and frowned.

Nyx’s tone was as serene as my mother's was, which made sense, considering Nyx practically raised my mother. “Then what can we do?” I looked from Nyx to Caleb, who seemed to be deep in thought. “Although I can’t directly affect time like my father could, I could possibly affect time long enough to freeze her in time.” Caleb answered. “Your father?” Nyx tilted her head to the side and studied Caleb closely. “Who was your father?” “Cronus.” The one word was all he needed to say, and it seemed to surprise Nyx. “How is that possible?” Nyx asked.

She didn’t know if her wolf was rejecting them both. “Her name is Nyx.” Zeke’s smile widened. “That’s a beautiful name. Fitting. In Greek mythology, she’s the goddess of the night, the daughter of Chaos. Shadow and Nyx,” Zeke said. “You see, you were always meant for us.” Yes, but Nyx didn’t think so. She messed that up for Zeke just as she was going to mess things up for the whole school and get people killed. ‘Mark him.’ The voice startled her again, and she somehow ended up in Zeke’s arms, her heart pounding. How the hell did anyone ever get used to that?

Sylus set his cup down slowly. "I'm afraid my men aren't enough to take on them" Father dropped his cutlery, looking at him fully. "The seven ancient pack is strong... only the Lycans can defeat them" "Yes, Father. No one challenges the power of the Lycans, especially the King," Nyx said, staring directly at me. "Nyx will be mating with the Lycans' King soon enough. That will strengthen our alignment and help you fight them off," Father added. I looked at Nyx, and I could see the pride written all over her face. But I wasn't here for her.

“I will handle this,” Maverick said as he dropped the phone call, and soon enough, he arrived. He looked at the sorry excuse of a man his brother had become and wanted to kill him. “What do you have to say for yourself?” “I wanted to test that little morsel your son has upstairs. I thought maybe he would be more of a team player than you ever were.” The man spat out. “I mean, he has his own version of his mother, a simpleton and whore.”

"The person who had visited was clothed in a black cloak. It was hard to know who it really was." "Strange," Rendall commented thoughtfully. "You said Nyx had killed your son and daughter-in-law. How did she kill them?" Damien's grandfather sighed sadly as Rendall asked his question. "As I had said earlier, Nyx and my son were lovers. My son loved her and she loved my son back, well, at least I thought so but their love seemed really genuine. Imagine how devastated my son had gotten as he saw his love drifting away from him all of a sudden. It just happened and not quite long after, a strange man kept on visiting her. He got shattered when he found out that Nyx had gotten pregnant for anothe

“Your father took everything from me. Destroyed my family. Left me with nothing but the knowledge that he was a coward who hid behind seventeen year old boys to do his dirty work.” Nyx understood then. This wasn’t about her at all. This was about Vane. This was about a man who spent years waiting for revenge against someone who was already dead. “So you decided,” she said, stepping forward, “to destroy the son instead.” Dante’s gun swiveled toward her. “The son is exactly like the father. Willing to sacrifice anyone to protect his empire. Willing to use people he claims to love as tools. Willing to orchestrate entire lives for his benefit.”

He asked how I could be so cruel as to leave the future Alpha of the pack without a father. He swore to the Moon Goddess that it was nothing more than an Alpha’s duty to protect the weaker members of the pack. Seeing Leo’s face, pale with fear, I practically bit my tongue in half. I knew if I dragged my son away from him, Leo would never forget his father. But I also knew that one betrayal leads to a thousand more. I wouldn’t let my son suffer for what he called "protection." So I chose another way. I tricked Bruce into signing the dissolution papers.

I demanded, keeping my voice steady. The figure didn’t answer right away. It stepped closer, its movements smooth and unsettling. When it finally spoke, its voice was calm but carried an eerie weight. “You may call me Nyx.” The name sent a shiver down my spine. Something about this being felt ancient, powerful, and not entirely human. “What do you want?” I asked, refusing to let my fear show. Nyx’s glowing eyes locked onto mine. “You have meddled with forces you do not understand, little wolf. Breaking the relic has set events into motion that cannot be undone.”

My baby girl—barely one—chubby cheeks flushed hot, crying that pain-cry that ripped my heart out every time. Nyx screamed, raw and desperate. "Aria! Baby, no! Mommy's here!" Tears poured down her face, hands clawing at the air. I lunged—Aiden—shifting partially, claws out, light pouring from me like fire. I grabbed Nyx around the waist, pulling her back safe, but reached for our daughter too. "Aria! Daddy's here! Fight, baby!" I roared. But the void pulled stronger—her eyes black, full and empty, hungry. Her cry turned low, a growl that felt ancient, destructive.