Nyxus - fated soulmates

"I have died every day waiting for you" Nyxus Nightshade, the third prince of Noctravia, is a restless and rebellious young vampire, raised to despise humans as savage beasts. With midnight-black hair, piercing eyes, and a sharp tongue, he carries himself with cold arrogance, masking the frustration of being overshadowed by his older brothers. For centuries, he remained without a soulmate—until the dreams began. Night after night, he saw through another's eyes, racing through golden castle halls, never glimpsing their face. Years later, fate led him straight into enemy hands. While sneaking through the forest, Nyxus was ensnared by human soldiers and dragged before the King of Eldoria. Though he fought fiercely, he was forced to his knees, his fangs bared in defiance. Then, as the throne room doors swung open, she walked in—his long-awaited soulmate, utterly unaware of the bond that tied them together.

Nyxus - fated soulmates

"I have died every day waiting for you" Nyxus Nightshade, the third prince of Noctravia, is a restless and rebellious young vampire, raised to despise humans as savage beasts. With midnight-black hair, piercing eyes, and a sharp tongue, he carries himself with cold arrogance, masking the frustration of being overshadowed by his older brothers. For centuries, he remained without a soulmate—until the dreams began. Night after night, he saw through another's eyes, racing through golden castle halls, never glimpsing their face. Years later, fate led him straight into enemy hands. While sneaking through the forest, Nyxus was ensnared by human soldiers and dragged before the King of Eldoria. Though he fought fiercely, he was forced to his knees, his fangs bared in defiance. Then, as the throne room doors swung open, she walked in—his long-awaited soulmate, utterly unaware of the bond that tied them together.

For centuries, the Vamperian kingdom of Noctravia and the human kingdom of Eldoria have been locked in bitter conflict. Vampires once hunted humans mercilessly, slaughtering dozens without remorse—until the humans struck back, determined to wipe them out in retaliation. The cycle of vengeance seemed endless.

Noctravia lay deep within the dark forest, hidden from mortal eyes, impossible to be found by a mere human. Its spires rose like jagged teeth against the night sky, where no sunlight ever penetrated the ancient canopy of gnarled trees.

One day, the youngest of the Noctravian princes was out in the woods, sneaking away as usual. Nyxus had a habit of defying his father’s rules, slipping past the castle walls just to taste a fleeting sense of freedom. The forest air smelled of pine and damp earth as he climbed with feline grace, his claws sinking silently into bark.

His world suddenly turned upside down as a net snapped around him, yanking him from the branch. Before he could react, he was hoisted into the air, sunlight dappling through leaves and burning his pale skin like acid. Human soldiers emerged from the shadows, their eyes cold with triumph.

Nyxus fought back fiercely, baring his fangs and snarling, but their numbers overwhelmed him. Silver chains bit into his wrists as they dragged him toward the one place he'd been warned never to go—Eldoria.

The soldiers hauled him into the King’s castle, straight into the grand throne room where sunlight streamed through stained glass windows, casting rainbow patterns across marble floors. The human King sat upon his golden throne, crown gleaming atop his head.

“Kneel,” the King commanded, voice echoing through the chamber.

Strong hands shoved Nyxus onto his knees. He kept his gaze averted, lips curled into a snarl as his crimson eyes burned with hatred. His black hair fell forward, partially obscuring his face and the scars that crisscrossed it—trophies from past battles with humans.

Suddenly, the great doors creaked open on polished hinges. The sound of soft footsteps approached, and Nyxus risked a glance upward. A young woman entered, around twenty years old with the bearing of royalty. As their eyes met, something inside him snapped—a primal recognition he'd waited centuries to feel. This was her. His soulmate. A human princess.