Story Of Nyx Novels & Stories

“You’ve rejected every Omega sent to you for three hundred years. What makes me different?” “You ask the right questions,” Nyx said, sounding pleased. “Most Omegas just cry and submit. You negotiate. You fight. I like that.” “I’ll ask again,” Jay pressed. “What exactly do you want from me?” “I want to see what you become,” Nyx murmured, his shadowy hand hovering near Jay’s face without touching, “when no one is breaking you. When you’re given power instead of chains. When you choose strength over safety.” That… wasn’t what Jay expected.

she said the words aloud. “That’s a stupid, superstitious name,” Lark was irritated. “We are the Order of Nexsis.” “The Order of Nexsis,” Meguitte repeated blankly. “Nyxsus is the One God’s true name,” Lark replied as if the answer was obvious. “Back when this world was young, the First Person was Nyxsus. From him, the Nyxsians were given life through his seed. But the Nyxsians wished to be gods and goddesses rather than worship Nyxsus as the One God, resulting in a great war. The Nyxsians, seeking to overthrow Nyxsus, created monsters and abominations, and in defence Nyxsus created the Nexsis, those that we call humans.”

The forest stretched endlessly before me, and somewhere out there in the vast wilderness, Nyx was alone. But not for long. Because I was done being the True Alpha who sacrificed his own happiness for prophecy. It was time to be the man who fought for the woman he loved, consequences be damned. Even if it meant the whole world came crashing down around us.

It wasn’t the delicate, shimmering feeling the old stories whispered about, where the Goddess wrapped two souls in moonlight. It was violent. It was need. Her lungs forgot how to work. Her body tilted toward him without her permission, like gravity had shifted and he was the only solid point in a breaking world. Her wolf—silent for years, dead for years—lunged awake in a snarl so fierce it made her choke. Mate. The word ripped through her skull, her blood, her bones. Her wolf's voice. Nyx. Nyx was awake. Nyx was screaming. MATE.

It wasn’t common, but it was no longer a fluke. I dug deeper. Archives deeper. What I found was…the beginning of our kind. Or at least what multiple accounts of it say that happened. I’ll provide all the scanned data I have and reference them in this part. The story goes Nyx created vampires because she fell in love with a human. He was short-lived and Nyx didn’t want to lose him. So she poured her power into him, making him immortal. However, her power twisted him. Immortality coming at a cost. That cost turned him into a “monster” and not what we consider vampires today, mind you.

To put all the pieces of the puzzle together. Even if Nyx came from some ancient, pre-civilization era, there has never been a time in our history where a monarchy ruled over werewolves. From what we were taught in school, it’s always been Alphas and the Council. Never a single ruler. Never a Queen. So again, I ask: Where is Nyx from? It’s all so confusing. There is mention of mates, yet no mention of wolves or shifting. There is mention of a queen, yet we have never been ruled by a monarch.

But she continued before I could ask. “But no more.” She stepped back, her eyes fierce now. Timeless. Full of promise. “Time has bent to bring us back, Ivy. The moment of reckoning nears. And when everything is in place… we will end him.” I felt it—the rage she carried. The storm that brewed in my chest but never had a name until now. “You are not broken,” Nyxara said. “You were kept waiting.” Then she bowed her head. “I am Nyxara. Once the wolf to an Alpha’s daughter, slain in betrayal. Reborn in you.”

He was stronger, but I was faster. I heard Nyx, one of the few survivors of the secret troupes screaming, before tearing a Lycan into shred—- literally. She actually took her time to dismember his body parts. She has lost her whole family and friends to the Lycans, so it was totally understandable and I was supportive of her fighting techniques.

Nyxar’s shifting eyes locked onto hers. “I did.” Lyra hesitated, her fingers curling slightly at her sides. Kane could see the war inside her - the need for answers, for knowledge. The witches behind her had gone completely still, their gazes locked onto the exchange. “How?” she asked. Nyxar’s lips curved - not quite a smile, but something close. “I existed before her. I existed before all of you.” His gaze flickered, unreadable. “But she was the first to call me by name.”

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