Novel & Cerita Greek Mythology Nyx

She pauses, taking a deep breath. “Absalom consorted with Nyx, the Goddess of the night, seeking to create an eternal night for his children. He nearly managed it too. Thus, the thousand-year war began. Gods against Gods. You would think that with Zeus, Selene and Helios as one, they would win easily. But that wasn’t the case. Absalom enlisted the help of Hades, who happily went against his brother Zeus. Hades unleashed monstrous beasts upon us. He also had Enyo, the Goddess of destruction, at his side. And, of course, Nyx, if the world was eternal night, she would be all powerful. Why wouldn’t she help him?” Again, she pauses.

’ 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.

“Usually there are three to five shifters for a queen.” “Mate, what is your name?” Codex asked as he came closer as I moved out from behind Drac. “Nyx, but I’m Fae. I can’t be a shifters mate.” I said as I looked at them. Confusion laced in my words. “Fae? Shifter? Who cares? You are our mate. We will be with you until the end of time if you allow us too.” Codex said as he came closer to me and grabbed my hand.

I asked. “The end of wolves? Or maybe enslave them,” he mumbled. “Nyx is unpredictable,” Nyx. The name circled in the journal. “Who is Nyx?” I asked. He raised his head, “A man that you should pray never to meet. If you do, run the other way,” he said. I have. Twice. “Tell me about this Nyx man,” I muttered. “He is the leader of the black stone coven….” No…

"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.

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.

I demanded, keeping my voice steady. The figure didn’t answer right away. It stepped closer, its movements smooth and unsettling. When it finally spoke, its voice was calm but carried an eerie weight. “You may call me Nyx.” The name sent a shiver down my spine. Something about this being felt ancient, powerful, and not entirely human. “What do you want?” I asked, refusing to let my fear show. Nyx’s glowing eyes locked onto mine. “You have meddled with forces you do not understand, little wolf. Breaking the relic has set events into motion that cannot be undone.”

Mythos said and kissed Nyx’s ring. Nyx felt his chest fill up as he stared at him. "Nyx..." Mythos called. His face was serious as his beautiful yellow pupils stared at Nyx’s purple pupils. Their eyes are filled with love as they gazes at each other. "Will you forever be mine?" Mythos asked and smiled as he caressed Nyx’s cheek. Nyx’s face went red and he smiled. "Yes." he answered and they kissed as they lay down on the ground, feeling each other.

“And what happens after?” Astraeon smiled. “After? You rule.” The Moon pulsed weakly, silver light spilling like blood across the sky. Nyxara felt both presences pulling at her now—one cold and ancient, one wounded and furious—each demanding loyalty, obedience, sacrifice. Her head throbbed. Her wolf snarled. Her heart burned. She looked at Kaelion. At the pack. At the kneeling Alphas. At the fractured Moon. Then back at the god who thought power was the same thing as purpose.

I closed my eyes, the screams of terror in the room were like music to my ears. I threw my head back, overcome by the desire to feed. Yet I would be patient for my Aphrodite. She needed to eat first. She needed to have her fill. I ran my hands through Aphrodite's hair. She brought her face from the neck of the dead babe, "oh, Abigor, my hunger is not satisfied."