Greek Goddesses Nyx Novels & Stories

Nysera: The Goddess of Secrets Volume I – The Forgotten Goddess Chapter 4: Ashes of the Forgotten ​Names had power—or so the priests often said. A god's name was etched upon the glowing Pillars of Heaven, spoken in the prayers of countless mortals, and remembered long after kingdoms had fallen into dust. ​Nysera's name had received none of those honors. It had never been carved upon the Pillars, no heavenly bells had welcomed it into existence, and no worshipper had ever whispered it in prayer. It had been given for only one purpose: to remind her that she was nothing.

’ I said sending her to the back of my head. Wondering if she had been talking about the god of night, Nyx, I turned the chapter of my book to that, and looking at the beautiful picture of the depiction of how he was believed to look I could hardly believe such a beautiful being would be behind it. Nyx and the Moon Goddess had always believed to have been in a feud that had lasted for an eternity and would go on forever but given how he was still a god I doubted he would be behind something so deceptive and vile, even though he might hate the goddess.

"But who are you? And where am I?" "I am Nyx," she said softly. "Goddess of the Night." "God... Goddess of wh...what?" Carmen's breath caught in her throat. She had never believed in myths or gods, but the presence before her felt undeniably real. "You harbor great anger," Nyx said, her piercing gaze studying Carmen. "You cannot rest because your soul is bound by vengeance, lady." 'Great anger?' Carmen scoffed internally. She wanted to kill them. To make them feel the exact same pain they made her feel. But unfortunately, she couldn't because she was dead.

He didn't need to knock, the door was open. What caught his attention the most, when he saw a blue man, all demonic, with his pointed ears, entering the office, he was a god of darkness, as he found out..., sitting in front of a table, at the By his side in that armchair sat Nyx and Hecate, the long hair of Nyx, beside Chaos and Erebus. The goddess of the night was wearing a black dress with her long hair and her eyes as dark as the night, which contrasted with the green dress and the green eyes of the other goddess, with a smile, her long green dress, which she was wearing with several necklines and almost naked.

It was a woman who looked exactly like Selene, but where the Moon Goddess radiated light and warmth, this figure radiated darkness and cold. "Sister," Selene said, her voice filled with ancient pain. "I should have known you were behind this." The dark figure smiled. "Nyx, please. We're family. And family should stick together, don't you think?" Austin looked between the two identical women. "Who is Nyx?" Selene's voice was heavy with sadness. "She's my twin sister. The Goddess of Darkness."

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."

She didn’t know if her wolf was rejecting them both. “Her name is Nyx.” Zeke’s smile widened. “That’s a beautiful name. Fitting. In Greek mythology, she’s the goddess of the night, the daughter of Chaos. Shadow and Nyx,” Zeke said. “You see, you were always meant for us.” Yes, but Nyx didn’t think so. She messed that up for Zeke just as she was going to mess things up for the whole school and get people killed. ‘Mark him.’ The voice startled her again, and she somehow ended up in Zeke’s arms, her heart pounding. How the hell did anyone ever get used to that?

I asked Ally, sitting next to her to watch the waves. “Yep, always has been. Nyx, the goddess of night, helped create this place and her personal stamp is on most of the things we see here. It is said that she rides across the sky, chasing the sun and bringing her dark mist to cover all it can... until Helios appears again that is.”

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.