Greek Gods Nyx Novels & Stories

his blue eyes were overflowing with love. “It started when I learned your name,” Dark answered, his voice low. “Ever since then, I studied Greek mythology— especially Typhon, Echidna, and even Nyx. I found out what your names mean, and the stories behind them.” “I hate your name ‘Nyx,’ you know that?” she sighed deeply. “Why?” Dark asked. “It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel like I am not enough. I am supposed to be the one protecting you and our children. But even so, just like your name, you are the Nyx of my life. You are mine, and I want to be your protector.”

Lynn yelled, dashing into the room but I glared at him, my playful smile vanishing in seconds. “Don’t you dare!” I stared at his feet which had now crossed the door. He froze, shaking from my gaze that bore through him. He then took a step back, turning his face away as color drained from it. It was fear. No matter what, he knew he couldn't overpower me. But then, he wiggled his finger at me, “Stay away from Nyx. I don’t want you touching her. Anything you touch goes bad and turns into ruins. Nyx is not the girl you can ruin.”

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.”

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?

Athena felt that it wasn't a good idea to inform her mate that the meeting was about Wisdom’s powers and the fear some of the Gods had about her taking over Mount Olympus. Erebus is doing most of the talking. Nyx his sister has agreed with every word he said about Wisdom. She’s the Goddess of Night and for no reason is jealous of Wisdom. Poseidon and Perseus want Medusa dead again. Poseidon because he's still angry that she didn’t return his affection, and she said that he violated her.

It was everything we had sacrificed for. And then, she arrived. Her name was Nyx, and she came from the cold, dark spaces between stars, a place where the Constant’s gentle pressure was weakest. She was not a conqueror. She was an artist. And her medium was chaos. She first touched the fringes of the Concord as a whisper, a subtle dissonance in their harmonious communications. A diplomat, renowned for her compassion, would suddenly feel a spike of irrational jealousy toward a colleague. A scientist on the verge of a breakthrough would be seized by a paralyzing fear of failure. Small things. Easily dismissed as stress or personal doubt.

“She’s kind and loves all her children. She has the best interest for us at heart. She is good and gracious. Gives without asking for anything back. She forgives and shows mercy no matter how many times we break her heart…” “I’m going to have to stop you there, Nyx. You are trying to make her sound like a freaking girl scout.” “She’s the moon goddess…show some respect.” I sneer before getting off my knees and planting my ass on the ground. There is no way I am going to risk another fall off the log when she decides to give me a splitting migraine. Nyx and I agree most of the time. Okay, about ninety-five percent of the time. The other five are usually because of two things: her secrets and t

Zero asks and I grin. " When I met my girl." " Wow,you really are whipped,Mason." Zero says and I nod. " Yeah,and it's all thanks to my little queen." I can't help but feel proud everytime I think that Hera is mine. Such a beautiful and caring woman is mine. " Talking about Hera's friends,what do you think about Nyx?" I ask.Zero frowns at my question. " What do you mean by that?" " Maybe I should word it properly. What do you think about Nyx 's character and appearance?" I probe.

“Why ‘Hekate’? Why did you choose that as your codename?” Yuri sighed. “Why indeed?” she muttered, drawing circles in the sand by her right foot. “Hekate is the Greek Goddess of the Night. Thus, she is known as the Goddess of Witchcraft or the Goddess of Vengeance. That’s why I choose ‘Hekate’ as my codename.” Yuri sighed, tilting her head backwards to see the moon in the sky.

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v