Greek Mythology Nyx Novels & Stories

Nyx pov Is there a limit to the weird things that can happen to me? Moon goddess, just give me a break already. Something about this man sends chills down my skin, and I'm not about to stand here and find out what that is. I dust off my soiled dress and turn to leave. "Who touched you?" His deep baritone voice hits me like a shockwave, freezing me in place.

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.

The others were buried, and ritual rites were performed. “We are fighting the Sea Goddesses,” Nyx said, and then gave a lot of points to prove what she had said. She also quoted the ancient book several times, and my body was reacting in absolutely normal ways that called for bodily and genital meeting. “This is bad,” I muttered, immediately she was done talking. Nyx leaned her head on my shoulders, and held my arms with her hands. “This makes too much sense,” Blue added. “Everything adds up, without leaving a thing out.”

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.

Iris shook her head vigorously, and both laughed for a second, but again silence swarmed in the room like clouds. "You know, Theia," Iris gently kissed her daughter's temple, "they say it's not wise to name your daughter after the names of the gods. But I did it anyway, you know why?" Athena shook her head, indicating her curiosity. “Because Athena symbolizes love, intellect, and battle strategy,” she sighed deeply. “I always thought you were my little fighter. Maybe I shouldn’t have named you after her, and you wouldn’t have had these many struggles in your life.”

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.”

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."

Nyx groaned. "Lachlan and I will be in my room while you take care of him. Trust me, men, keep your women away from Helios. He knows no boundaries." Nyx said as she directed Lachlan to her room down the hall. Gunnar, Zaiden, and Omar took protective holds on their mates. "You're the goddess of night. What does that mean exactly?" Lachlan asked as he shut the door to Nyx's room. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. When he started to walk away Nyx grabbed his hand.

A female egyptian thief/anti-hero named Alariq (blessed with the powers of Anubis, Bast and Isis) and a thousand years old male Greek Hero named Nyx meet. What started as a fight for the artifact became a hot passionate sex between the two ******************* The alley's shadows swallowed Alariq as she taunted, "A Greek hero who can't outmaneuver a thief? How disappointing." Nyx's eyes all but glowed with a thousand years of memories and fierce intent.

Adrian says. "You know me through your blood," the paranormal says. "I am Nyx. I am the first apex predator. And I am here because your roar woke something that should have remained asleep." The room goes absolutely silent. Even the paranormals I thought were intimidating look afraid. "What did I wake?" Adrian asks.