Greek Mythology Nyx Novels & Stories

The two goddesses looked up to the sky and saw a titanic form descending from the vault of heaven, wrapped in black gauze. Both bowed their heads to the presence of the star-sprinkled, black-skinned primordial deity. "We greet you, O Nyx, daughter of Chaos, you who live in the Netherworld where all is darkness," the goddesses greeted with the same voice. The Goddess of the night contemplated the two deities in front of her. "I am tired of these constant, though distracting, quarrels. I am tired of hearing the tears and sighs filled with remorse and sorrow for the same soul. I have heard your concern, O Selene, so I put my creations to the service of this martyred soul."

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.

"Who exactly is Nyxar, Orion?" Orion's voice dropped to a barely audible whisper against the wind. "He was not an enemy king. He was not a rival Alpha. He was not even a wolf." He turned his gaze slowly toward the dark eastern horizon. "Nyxar... was the very first being in existence to reject the light of the Moon Goddess." A sudden, violent crash of thunder erupted directly overhead, making the ground shake. The Moon Tree's beautiful silver light flickered dangerously, dimming for a fraction of a second.

Lucien said evenly. She met his eyes. “I do.” “Then tell us.” For several long moments, she remained silent. It was not hesitation but reluctance, as though speaking the truth would bring consequences she desperately wished to avoid. “My name is Nyx.” The name echoed through the courtyard. Several nobles frowned in confusion, but others visibly paled. One elderly scholar covered his mouth with both hands. “Nyx…” he breathed. “That name appears in the First Scriptures.” A murmur spread through the crowd.

As a result, Nyx paid the price. A full three hours passed before it finally ended. Nyx was a female martial god, so theoretically, her body should be as strong as any beast. Yet the soft, delicate parts of her had been subjected to Andrew's relentless storm of passion, leaving her unable to resist falling into an exhausted sleep. The foreign beauty's body was pale and radiant, and her golden hair was tied into a thick braid. Earlier, Andrew had gripped it in his hand like reins on a warhorse, helping him charge across the battlefield! Nyx had never experienced such intense pleasure before, so she did not even know how to describe it.

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.

"The Goddess has decreed your destruction. The Hunters are coming. And nothing you do will stop them." Nyx was silent for a long moment, her mind racing through possibilities. She could run—disappear into the wilderness, lose herself in the vast forests and mountains that stretched beyond the pack's territory. The Hunters might follow, but at least they wouldn't find the pack. At least Caelan would be safe.

The guards hesitated, waiting for Aria’s command. “Let them in,” she said. Luca turned sharply. “Aria.” “I know,” she replied. “But this is not an ambush. This is a confession.” The figure lowered their hood inside the council chamber. A woman. Her hair was streaked with silver far too young for age alone. Her eyes burned with something sharper than fear. “I am Nyx,” she said. “Former strategist of the First Circle.” The room erupted in murmurs. Luca stiffened. “You expect to walk in here alive?”

He never thought that maybe, just maybe the gods kept away because they needed the Calibaans to find their strength. After many years spent on consecutive pleadings made by Isi Ala. He met Ngwal Apata, the God of the Rock. He was the most aggressive of all the gods and was never worshipped by the earthen because of his unfriendly attitude. His feet and hands were rocky but his face was like that of the glowing moon. He rarely laughed or smiled and has no friends either. Seeing that no gods came to the Calibaan's rescue, he decided to usurp the opportunity.

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.