Greek Mythology Nyx Novels & Stories

“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

“I may not be able to feel Emma but I know that my Hollow Throne is there, it calls to me to sit on it again.” There was a long uncomfortable silence before Priscillia asked. “This eternal night goddess, what is her name?” “There is no language for what she is called and no words can truly be used to utter her name but I call her Nyx.”

He looked at her as though she was simply beautiful. Proserpina blinked. And the sudden sense of awareness immediately flowed through every single nerve when his gaze slowly wandered to her body and inaudibly swallowed, licking his lips, clearly liking what he saw. ‘Enough–’ “State your name.” He grinned broadly, appearing absurdly pleased at the chance of having to introduce himself, “Alastor Nyx of the Northern Pack.” Proserpina raised an eyebrow at that. How curious… Alastor Nyx is Ancient Greek that literally means avenger of the night, if translated in typical-tongue.

“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

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

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?

I asked. Though I had asked the question in general, it was Nyx’s answer I wanted to hear. I wanted to know if she had come on her own to see me or it was just because she was ordered to do so. Nyx didn’t look like a mother who would have missed her child and wanted to see me just like that. On the other hand, she was too powerful to listen to anyone’s orders. From what I have heard, Nyx was a primordial deity who existed before the times of Olympians and Titans. Even Zeus feared her, and she was the only God Zeus was ever afraid of. So, I didn’t understand why she would come here.

And the ability to love. Nyx, the Ancient of the Night Sky, and keeper of the Underworld. She commanded darkness itself, weaving it into endless corridors that devoured the screams of the corrupt and wicked as they clawed at their own flesh in final reckoning. Stars punctured her black expanse like the eyes of a thousand vengeful gods, cold and merciless in their eternal watch.

Like Nyx and Erebus. Nyx was a powerful goddess, the Goddess of Darkness. She was said to be a primordial being, mother of Sleep, the Fates, and even Death. And Erebus was the God of Night and the personification of darkness. Those two were said to have given rise to the first rulers of the gods. But because of their terrifying nature and primarily negative forces, neither of them was ever worshiped… Was that what this place was? A place for shadows and darkness to find refuge?