Tinkerbell Nyx Novels & Stories

"Thanks, I think." She walked over to her sister. "Now~" "Now." Abby and Kali tackled Nyx. "You need to be full." "Full what? Full of air would be nice, I can't breathe!" Nyxie flailed. "Help!" Erys laughed. "Oh, my hero." "You need to be full abyssal. Right now, you're partial because Hades was partial and it's bothering us," Abby replied. "…No flowers!" "But it'll be so pretty!" Kali protested.

“Zuzu, go to Dad now and tell him I’m teleporting Vaheed to the vaulted dungeon, and have Marlena wait there.” While Zuzu whistled and vanished into thin air, Nyx raised his tuft tail and curved the tip in Vaheed’s direction. Battle-ready, he stood sideways between me and my guardian. Nyx splayed the tuft on his tail into fine white neon lines, his orbs electrified. His strong forelegs lowered his body to prowl at his prey while his rear was raised.

It was everything we had sacrificed for. And then, she arrived. Her name was Nyx, and she came from the cold, dark spaces between stars, a place where the Constant’s gentle pressure was weakest. She was not a conqueror. She was an artist. And her medium was chaos. She first touched the fringes of the Concord as a whisper, a subtle dissonance in their harmonious communications. A diplomat, renowned for her compassion, would suddenly feel a spike of irrational jealousy toward a colleague. A scientist on the verge of a breakthrough would be seized by a paralyzing fear of failure. Small things. Easily dismissed as stress or personal doubt.

ARIA “Get something different. You ordered the same thing last time.” “And you judged me then too. Besides, the last time was a long time ago. I'm allowed to crave this again.” I laughed at Nyx’s aggravated expression, taking a slow sip of the pumpkin latte. Nyz stirred her tea lazily, her black nails tapping the handle of her cup. She looked like a bored cat. A gorgeous, bored cat. And I was still hung up on how I would tell her about Xander. He was in hell, and he needed a hand out of it.

Sasha sat in the secret office of the Vegas Casino, her black mask concealing her face. Her fingers drummed lightly on the polished wooden table, a display of calm confidence as she waited for the Russians to arrive. Ivy stood beside her, holding a folder with the legal documents that would seal the deal. Sasha had built this meeting meticulously, and now, as she felt the weight of her role as Nyx, the leader in the shadows, she was determined to expand her influence.

the witch sneered. "No," Nyx said. She raised her tiny hand, and the shadows of the entire Whispering Woods—every tree, every stone, every witch—began to rise. "You gave her a cage. And I don't like cages." The red moon above turned a blackish-purple. "Daddy," Nyx said, looking at Killian. "Close your eyes. It’s going to get dark."

But then, he wiggled his finger at me, “Stay away from Nyx. I don’t want you touching her. Anything you touch goes bad and turns into ruins. Nyx is not the girl you can ruin.” “Did she say so?” I shrugged, with my brows raised. I stepped forward, coming face to face with him. My smile was back, taunting, “As far as I know, the girl who spread herself in my room, would love to be ruined with her body pressed beneath me. As long as I press a few buttons, she will be mine.” “Never!” Lynn shook his head, gasping as if he couldn't envision that reality. “Never? Do you want her to be yours instead?” I asked.

"It'll help with the bond sickness." "Bond sickness?" "The broken mate bond." She settled into a chair across from me, all grace and ancient power. "It's killing you. Slowly, but certainly. Your body doesn't know what to do with the severed connection, so it's trying to shut down." I sipped the tea. It burned going down, but the cramping in my chest eased almost immediately. "Who are you?" "Nyx." She studied me like I was a specimen under glass. "Guardian of the Chimera bloodline. Which brings us to you, little wolf."

“How do you know about…” “I know everything,” Nyx said. “I know about your deals with the corrupt council members. I know about the dark rituals you’ve been performing. I know about the immortality spell that requires both my death and access to pure magic channeled through the moon goddess’s crest.” She smiled coldly. “I’ve been planning this for a very long time, Evander. Did you really think I’d come here without insurance?” Silence fell over the clearing. Even the hidden watchers in the trees seemed to hold their breath.

She didn’t need to pass on that little trait. Losing her original wasn’t as bad as she’d dreaded. She didn’t miss her own Bell’s song, having realized that Fallon could give her so much more than it ever could. It had been a beautiful creation, though, and special, and she missed it a little because of that. This Bell was going to serve a higher or lower, purpose. Rykarr had called it the ultimate assassin’s toy. It hadn’t taken much thought to realize he’d been right. Rain keyed the Bell and opened a portal to Azion’s private rooms. She’d found a way to tune it so she didn’t have be exactly where she wanted to open a portal and had walked by his place yesterday. Happily, he was alone at his