Greek Mythology Nyx Novels & Stories

"Why was a vampire friend with my Luna? Why is an Elder still present by her side?" The Moon Goddess now stood straight before the Alpha. She gazed at him with sadness. "When I realized, far too late, that your soul mate was perishing before she came of age, I called upon Nyx..." Magnus raised an eyebrow at her and gritted his teeth. His fists opened and closed to rid himself of the rage rumbling inside him. "... Nyx, Goddess of the night, placed her children around Bianca to protect her. Then, when the veil of magic that covered Bianca was finally lifted, Hecate joined in and placed her two beloved daughters in her path."

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."

“Nyx.” The woman lifted her gaze to him. “So you remember me,” she said.Even her voice felt powerful. Lucan frowned. “Who the hell is Nyx?” Orion swallowed hard. “She is older than the Bloodmoon line.” my breath caught. Nyx stepped closer, her silver eyes locked on me. “So,” she murmured, “the bloodline survived.” I tried to push myself up, but pain shot through my body. “Who are you?” I asked weakly. She stopped in front of me.

I spoke, bringing out the rational part and saw Hope open her lips to say something, but closed them. "The strongest spirits have names that represent something, Sin, Night, Destruction, Water, Sun, Moon, Iron, Vengeance, among others." Hope spoke slowly, taking it all in bit by bit. She took a deep breath and shook her head lightly, trying to control those waves of anger and hatred. "Exactly, no matter the race. The spiritual part and their names are important to know how strong they will be." I completed and finally held her hand, saw her go rigid. "Nyx is the personification of the Night, but not only the Night."

Zane walked out, leaving me alone, I exhaled shakily, my fingers gripping the counter as I tried to anchor myself, the weight of his words and the pull of my own desires blurring what I was fighting for. By the time I returned to my room—Kael’s temporary guest room, technically, not mine—I wasn’t surprised to find someone waiting and I paused in the doorway, my hand resting on the frame. Not Kael, Zane, or Rowan, but someone unfamiliar, my wolf snapping awake as I stepped inside. He turned before I could reach for the dagger under my shirt. “Nyx,” he called me by my real name. “I was hoping you’d find me before the others did.”

They swarmed her before she could even rise from the chair, climbing into her lap, clutching at her hands, wrapping their small arms around her waist. Nyx gasped, her breath stolen by the sheer force of their affection. Her arms opened wide, gathering them close, holding as many as she could. One little girl, her cheeks flushed, looked up at her with trembling lips. “Did we do something wrong? Is that why you didn’t come back?” Nyx’s eyes widened, horror flashing across her face. She shook her head quickly, her voice breaking. “No! No, you didn’t do anything wrong. Not ever. I’m sorry I was gone so long.”

There was no way that they would not be suspicious. Cassandra’s fingers curled slightly against the armrest of her chair, the only outward sign of her irritation. She had actually anticipated this moment. When she saw Nyx's picture for the first time, the first thing she noticed was Nyx's eyes and no one except her knew how shocked she was when she saw the eyes which so resembled her sisters eyes. She could barely sleep throughout the night after she had seen Nyx, after all, only she knew what exactly happened to her sister back then.

It was a sight she could never erase from her memory, a haunting image that would forever haunt her dreams. As Nyx continued his torment, skimming his blade up Jade's belly, stopping at her quivering belly button, Athena felt a surge of anger and determination. Her brown eyes locked with Nyx's dark gaze, a clash of opposing forces. They were woody and honey, representing the light within her, pushing against the darkness that consumed him.

She answers me and smiles gently at me. “Thank you moon-goddess, you once again show that you care about us. You said you have a message for Logan?” I remind her. “Oh yes, I do. As you know I am the goddess of the moon and you wolves and lycans are my children.” She says, and I nod my head to show her that I am listening. “Do you know anything about Nyx and her lover Erebus?” The moon goddess asked me. And I do know who they are.

“I was not sure if it was real or a drug-induced hallucination. The researchers argued about whether she actually existed or was just a legend. But they were planning an expedition to find her, using me as bait. They thought another Lunar Wolf’s presence might draw her out.” “Where?” Cassandra demanded, suddenly intense. “The Blackwood Forest. Northern edge of the continent. Territory no pack has successfully claimed in a century.” Cassandra went pale. “The Phantom. Moon Goddess. I thought she was dead.” “You know who she is?” I asked. “Her name is Nyx. She is… was… the oldest of us. Ancient even by my standards. She fought in the first void wars, hundreds of years ago. But she was corrupted