Greek Gods Nyx Novels & Stories

From realization. Freya barely heard them. Fragments of ancient memory crashed violently through her mind now. Light. Chains. A gate sealed beneath celestial fire. Something enormous trapped beyond it. Something that hated heaven. God. Freya gasped painfully gripping Eros’s arm while another wave of visions struck. Lealla standing before the seal centuries ago. The celestial elders surrounding her. Selene begging them to wait. And then— Lealla offering her own divine essence willingly to strengthen the barrier. Freya froze completely.

As the sun set even more and the moon rose; I started seeing more of the king’s men; they seemed to be gathering one by one and they looked tense. I was starting to get a bad feeling. Something was going to happen. “Who wants to start?” The king asked them, staring down from his pedestal. Alex took in a deep breath and stepped forwards toward the crowd of wolves; everyone howled to the moon, including both Alex and Marlon, paying their respects to the moon goddess Nyx. Everyone except for Kamala that is. She looked uneasy; I couldn’t blame her. Nyx was the one who told her of this power that she had and told her that she needed to use it. That very power was what almost killed her.

Nyx pulled away, her chest heaving, her eyes wide with desire and regret. "I can't do this," she gasped, her voice a delicate mixture of longing and determination. Nyx took steps backward, her conflicting emotions flickering in her eyes. Summoning all her strength, she mustered the courage to speak her mind. "Atlas," she whispered, her voice trembling with sadness and caution. "I fear that when it's morning, you may regret this moment, this vulnerability between us."

Theo stiffened and cleared his throat, “The doctor said that you may have used too much power all at once. It’s something that you’re not used to or that you haven’t been trained to use, so it wiped you out. You used almost all your energy.” Layla looked at her hands and then her gaze shifted to the tattoo on her wrist. “Does this really mean that I am a child of Nyx?” She asked. They both nodded. “The only thing is, that this is something that doesn’t occur often. The last time a child was recognized was almost two centuries ago. Children of Nyx are unpredictable and even more dangerous than all of us and our parents. Nyx is primordial. Ancient. She was here before the Olympians that we kno

Her essence flowed within his blood. And just like how he would not hesitate to burn down into ashes in her love... He wouldn't hesitate to burn anyone who touches her... Leaving no blood, no bones behind... But only Ashes. Ashes to mixed with the dirt. . His fondness was different from others. His love was hidden in his chest. His thirst was drowning in his mind. His desire was leashed with his soul that all needed HIS PERSEPHONE. . He was The HADES. .

Jayden whispers in shock. My head is pounding and I feel dizzy. Tara is Keturah, the moon goddess. The woman who has been helping me all this while is the moon goddess? I always knew she was different, but it never occurred to me. “Keturah, blessed goddess, mother of our kind, it's an honour to have you in our midst”, Kreed says, going one knee. Everybody in the room does the same including, Jayden. I keep sitting, trying my best to see through the tears that have clouded my vision.

A beast that could perform magic spells that made her mute and had now transformed to emerge as the most beautiful man she had ever seen in the seventeen years of her life. With lush golden blonde hair that starkly resembled his beast fur, his eyebrows were slightly thick, his mariner blue eyes were almond shaped, a-dazzle with wonder and a sense of imperiality. They shone brightly like two blue topaz splashed into a sparkling spring and he carried a Greeek nose with fairly plump lips. Arya didn't understand how an ugly barbaric beast could suddenly become a demi-god. 'Was that humanly possible? What exactly was going on?' she thought as she stared at the now astonishingly beautiful Amaris.

The mother knelt before the mist, her body shivering as she held her baby tight with her. The mist began to incite incantations as the room began to shake again. The mother struggled to pull away, but the hold of the mist was stronger. Like a pang, the baby in her hands began to cry to her mother’s surprise, as she hadn’t heard the sound of her baby since the moment she was born. Slowly, the purple mist took its final form, the INYOKA.

Alpha Ryker – POV Flora gazed at me, confusion on her face, as I presented the Night Amulet. "Flora, I believe you might come from the bloodline of Nyx, the goddess of night. She also holds power over the moon and the Dark Realm." "Me? A descendant of the Nyx goddess?" Flora questioned. "I don't feel any power inside me, Ryker." "It might be locked away. You'll need training to unleash it," I explained, though Flora doubted my words.

Nyx has been awake for two days. Every time she speaks, her eyes glow with dark fire. Her aura chokes the air—worse than my father’s, and he’s one of the most powerful gods on Earth. She hasn’t learned to control it yet. She hasn’t figured out how to quiet her energy around others, and the pressure of her presence scorches every room she walks into. She’s already started several hellfires in Hades’ castle—much to his and Persephone’s irritation, and Lucifer’s delight.