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."

He was alone, as promised. But Nyx could sense the others hidden in the trees surrounding them, guards, warriors, probably half a dozen witches maintaining spells and barriers. Evander smiled as she approached, but there was no warmth in it. Only cold calculation and barely restrained fury. “Nyx Knight,” he said, his voice carrying easily across the clearing. “How kind of you to accept my invitation.” “Your invitation came with a threat to murder children,” Nyx replied. “Hard to refuse.”

He answered with a hint of amusement. Kara stared in wonder at the painting. It was her standing under the small waterfall, it showed no discerning features, but it was one again so well painted that it looked like a photograph. Her back was on full display, showing the ripples of her muscles, along with the slightly pointed ears he had added to the other. The swell of her hips was soon swallowed into the water and she was once again amazed at his talent. “This is called ‘Water Nymph’.” He answered her silent appraisal. “And it is one of the last ones I need to wrap up before we leave, because I wanted to warn you that it would be in the exhibition and what you could expect.”