SAM NYX
A soft place to land between story and silence.
Welcome to The Hollow
There’s fiction here. Some of it’s structured. Some of it spirals. Most of it could very possibly be categorized as morally rabid. That being said, this space isn’t a brand. It’s a holding area for work-in-progress obsessions, character catastrophes, and plotlines that may or may not feel like your ribcage is being ripped through your asshole.
If you like your fiction with unresolved tension and a few teeth marks, you’re in the right place.
Wet Ink & Wicked Things Blog
Upcoming Literary Shenanigans
This is the part of the site where I throw literary caution to the wind and let the weird, wicked, or not-quite-polished beasts roam free. Think early drafts, whispered ideas, and short fiction that gets dragged, kicking and screaming, out of my brain at 3 AM. Much like (I would imagine) a literary exorcism would be. It’s where I test what sticks. Or doesn’t. Call it a sandbox. A séance. A portfolio with commitment issues. Whatever the fuck it is, gird your loins and grab your holy water - it's getting posted. Below, you will find a blurb or synopsis from recent or current Creative Works kicking around or kicking the bucket.
The Manor Will See You Now
There’s a house. Abandoned. Allegedly.
No one’s been inside for years—until now. One narrator, one night, one question no one’s dared ask out loud: What happens if the house remembers?
Inside: creaking floors, closed doors, and a ghost with the emotional range of a brick wall. Somewhere between memory and silence, something waits. It doesn’t want revenge. It wants honesty. And maybe just a little blood.
The Echoes of Fate
Kaia Nox doesn’t remember where she came from or who dumped her in a realm that delights in chewing up the weak and spitting out their bones. Fifteen years in Tharix should’ve killed her. Instead, it taught her how to kill first.
She’s built a life on sharp instincts, sharper blades, and a reputation that keeps most bastards from trying her twice.
Most.
Kalyx. Draxion. Zeydris. Seren.
A walking apocalypse bound together by something older than memory and more dangerous than prophecy.
What if Kaia didn’t fall into Tharix by accident?
Now the realms are cracking, the gods are ghosting, and Kaia is caught in a prophecy that reeks of setup. If fate thinks she’s about to play along, it clearly hasn’t met her.
There will be blood. There will be sex. And there will be four dangerously unhinged men who aren’t sure if they want to save her, ruin her, or kneel.
She might be the key to saving the realms. Or the spark that burns them all down.
Either way, she’s lighting the match.
About the author
I’m Sam Nyx. I write fiction that is bound to make someone’s book club uncomfortable. I write stories that wade into grief, memory, power, and want - not to mention the occasional terrible life choice. I’m finishing my degree in English and Creative Writing and writing my way through the chaos in between. This space is part map, part mirror. Where I keep track of the work, where it’s headed, and the trouble it causes along the way. Feel free to chat with me directly!
