Tinkerbell Nyx Novels & Stories

as I ran my hand through my mate’s hair. When Nyx tried to cross the barrier, the light pulsed, repelling and pushing her with an unseen power. “Fuck!” I cursed under my breath and tried to save Nyx, but it was impossible to walk away from the bubble. “It’s alright, Xander. I’ve stored the tea that I’ve seen some ladies use in their heats in a drawer. That should be given to her every four hours. Take care of Aarya. If you need anything, mind link me,” she said and walked away.

I wasn’t sure I had the energy for company, but I was tired of being alone with the echoes of screams. “Let her in,” I called. The door opened. Nyxara swept inside like smoke given form—black silk clinging to every curve, violet eyes bright in the hellfire glow, tail curling lazily behind her. She carried a small crystal decanter and two glasses. She took one look at me—curled small on the bed, Vuk’s shirt swallowing me whole—and her expression softened a fraction. “Thought you might need something stronger than tea,” she said, raising the decanter. “Infernal brandy. Burns going down, but it quiets the noise.”

Rabbit sighed heavily, dragging fingers through his damp hair before sitting in front of the mirror. The transformation into Nyx always felt strange. Not difficult. Not uncomfortable. Just. Separate. Like stepping into another skin. Glasses off. Contacts in. Makeup. Then the mask. By the time he looked up again, Rabbit Ashby had disappeared completely. Nyx smirked at his reflection. “There he is.” Skyler leaned against the wall watching him quietly. “You okay?” Nyx grabbed the lipstick tube. “Do I look okay?” “You look expensive.” A laugh escaped him despite himself.

-VANCE'S POV- Nyx returned in an ethereal white glow and spat out a dead fizzing repulsive form of a kripling and laid it down on the deck of the only ship left intact. He shook his large white head, flashing out his tongue at the distaste of the creature. Nyx set afire the dead kripling that burns into cinders. One down. Two to go. Next, Zuzu, materialized on the deck with the necromancer in one claw and a flailing Assad in the other.

This one was cut to expose her back completely, her spine visible like a weapon, her body a landscape of control. She called Alessandra. “I’m keeping all of them,” Nyx said. “Send the bill to Vane’s account. Use the account that’s still accessible.” Alessandra laughed on the other end. “That’s cruel. I love it.” Nyx smiled. Because that’s exactly what this was. Cruelty dressed in silk. Betrayal wrapped in diamonds. A woman learning to weaponize the very luxury that had been meant to control her. By afternoon, Nyx was at the Mandarin Oriental’s private spa.

Taking everything in, the room was very spacious, it had one double bed in the far corner of the room, a desk, and a large rug in the center. ------ [Chapter quote: All silence is the recognition of a mystery- Vladimir Nabokov.]

“If we bump into each other again, there’s some questions I’d like to ask you. About Peter. Nyx, keep an eye on the dragon.” Nyx nodded. He had taken to his lowly role as stable boy without complaint. His introduction to the surface world had been quite intense, and he was more than happy to take a back seat, for now at least. He was still a prince and no doubt would want to play a bigger role eventually, but that was okay. I was sure there’d be an opportunity for him to get himself killed spectacularly at some point. Gabor folded his arms and flexed his prodigious biceps. “I advise you to avoid the spires of Fengarad as much as possible. Not favourable odds.”

Were these all fighting for the Driver's seat? "Blue or Pink?" they all asked in unison and I looked at all them confused. It is a seven seater car. Wylan, Leo and Rowan are sitting in the middle seat and Rowan, Skylar in the last seat. Leo is right behind me, Wylan in the middle and Rowan at the other end. "Choose a color and it'll choose our destination" Nicky said looking into my eyes with a glint in his eyes. The spark that I love seeing in his grey eyes. It makes his eyes look silver and even more ethereal.

Zoe felt her pulse quicken as she recognized the energy here; it was powerful and alive, a place pulsing with ancient magic. A soft, whispering wind brought with it a presence. From the mist emerged Nyx, the goddess who had first shown herself to Zoe in the Aetherian Chronicle’s vision. Nyx’s form was graceful, her figure woven from shadows and light, her midnight hair flowing as though carried by an unseen breeze. Her dark eyes held Zoe’s, filled with knowing and something else - expectation. "Zoe," Nyx’s voice echoed, a soft yet commanding murmur that seemed to touch Zoe’s very soul. "Tonight, I show you the path you must walk."

Kellan asked, frustration creeping in. Rhydian’s pale eyes reflected the city lights. "We change the definition of abomination." Nyx was jolted awake by a nightmare. She’d been running through a silent forest. The trees had golden eyes. She got water in her dark kitchen. The silence in her head was still there. A gift. A curse. She looked in the hallway mirror. A tired woman with grey eyes stared back. Who are you? she thought. Why do you make monsters uncomfortable?