Xenoblade Nia Novels & Stories

-LYKOAN’S POV- Resentment boiled low in my chest. "If she dies, so will you,” I roared, eyes locked on Nia as I jumped over Boaz’s dead wolf. “Go to hell. Don’t come any closer or my claws will rip her throat.” Zebeon negotiated with panic in his tone, positioning a hand at Nia’s neck and trying to hide behind a tree trunk. “My sister for her.”

BLADE 3. Pain. It was all I felt when I shot my eyes opened. I felt so sore and tired. The memories of how Lorenzo plunged deeper into me last night filled my mind. He was so cruel to me. I didn't find any enjoyment in it at all. I tried lifting my hands and I was happy It was back to functioning. My tit hurts too as a result of the sucking he did last night.

My own voice, detached and cold, whispering into a recorder: "Test subject viability confirmed. Neural bleed in progress." I staggered back, gasping. Liana clutched my arm, her eyes glowing pale blue. “Don’t fight it. This is the interface. She’s showing us what she remembers. What she’s become.” “She?” I turned slowly. And there she was. Nyx. A girl—no older than Liana—but her skin shimmered like broken glass. Her eyes were voids. No whites. No pupils. Just data. “You woke me too early,” she said. Her voice wasn’t cruel. It was curious. “Why?”

she replied, her voice cold. Nia’s smile did not falter. “I am,” she said simply. There was a brief pause. Then Nia tilted her head slightly, her gaze sweeping over Liora in a way that was almost casual, almost indifferent, yet precise enough to make the tension in the room spike. “I heard about you,” she continued, her voice still calm. “Are you the deteriorated gamma the pack spent a fortune on to restore after a rather… unfortunate decision?” Darien let out a dramatic gasp behind me.

He sighed deeply, like a man finally letting go of a heavy burden. "Ella… Amanda refused to be my second mate. So now… I have no choice but to name her my Luna." My heart stopped. But before I could say a word, he rushed to explain. "Ella, you know… Luna is just a title. In my eyes, there's no difference between you two. You're both my mates. I just want you to let her have the title because she's young and doesn't understand the traditions of our pack. But you—you're the one I truly rely on. You're understanding, wise, considerate… everything she's not. I promise, she'll only hold the title, but the real Luna—the one who leads beside me—is you.

“The Ailuranthrope, the first of our kind, was bound to all of you because she was the mother of your true mates. But she is gone. I carry her power, but I am not her.” For the first time, hesitation flickers across their expressions. The truth shakes them. But one of them isn’t willing to accept it. Kaiden Nightwalker, the most volatile of the three, steps forward. His jaw clenches, his dark presence crackling with raw energy. “No.” His voice is firm. Unyielding. “I feel it. You are mine.” Jasmine shakes her head. “You’re wrong.” But Kaiden doesn’t listen. In the blink of an eye, he moves. A rush of dark energy explodes through the arena, and before I can react, he’s gone. And so is Jasmine

Whatever they did to him was less than he deserved. The rest of the journey was more or less without events. As news of Nio and his deeds spread, whoever met them on the road made way in a hurry. Nia was easy to spot, a handsome elf with reddish blond hair and with a large scar starting at his left temple and ending just below his ear. Plus, the human and the goblin with him were a dead giveaway.

He was leaning against the counter, his eyes never leaving my mom as she worked. Bryan cursed and tossed the bag on the counter. “So they were just going to break the vow of the challenge. Is that what Cato said? That it was there?” Hector nodded. “That he had that, along with some other items. But that being the most damaging of them all.” “What is it?” I picked up the bag. There looked to be twenty or thirty tablets in the bag. They were colored a milky blue color and were tiny round discs. “What we are calling it is Nova 2.0.” Bryan answered, glaring at the bag.