Nyx Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Lynn yelled, dashing into the room but I glared at him, my playful smile vanishing in seconds. “Don’t you dare!” I stared at his feet which had now crossed the door. He froze, shaking from my gaze that bore through him. He then took a step back, turning his face away as color drained from it. It was fear. No matter what, he knew he couldn't overpower me. But then, he wiggled his finger at me, “Stay away from Nyx. I don’t want you touching her. Anything you touch goes bad and turns into ruins. Nyx is not the girl you can ruin.”

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.”

I gritted my teeth as their hands were tied together. “If this isn’t the most fucked up shit I have ever seen, I don’t know what is.” Nix mumbled beside me. I have to agree with him on this one. “And look at that one dude hovering over the fire like he’s the shit or something.” I choked on my spit. “Ugh… Nix, that is the god of the dragons, Typhon.” Nix stepped back nervously and rubbed the back of his neck.

“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

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.

His arm fell off Nyx, and she rolled off him, her breathing ragged, her eyes widened. How did he? She looked up at the cliff, her eyes catching only the dark clouds. Xerus stood up slowly and turned to face her. Nyx stepped back in fear. This was the same Lycan she saw in the woods. The same jet-black fur and crimson red eyes stood directly in front of her. She swallowed at how huge he was, probably eight feet or more in height, all fur and muscles. He walked towards her, and Nyx was surprised she wasn't scared of him. Instead, she felt a familiar sensation towards him.

Professor Damaris also said that every Summoner has a spirit animal who can protect and guide them. The Healing Caste is the sixth caste in the Olympus wherein people like Dr. Foster have the ability to heal and revive someone from death. If not so, others from this caste can create different kinds of potions—good potions to be exact. Professor Damaris didn’t elaborate on it because she said that I’m able to know it soon.

Xavier simply said and sipped his wine quietly. His face gave nothing away , making it really hard to guess what he was thinking... Godvric did as he was told and kept his eyes on the mobile phone.. "The first item up for bidding is an ancient Greek totem.." the voice of the host could be heard everywhere and they began bidding with their pads.. The first item was taken by the prime minister of Greece... "The next item is the famous portrait of the Sanzu river painted by the Shin Ha-ri.. we're gonna start with 1million for this. " The host announced and glanced at the private booth...

The other girl exclaimed with excitement all over her face, "Element is hosting the biggest designing contest, and K-line called out for Nyx of Nightingale by name!" "They surely have been on Nightingale's ass recently, huh?" The girl laughed, scrolling through the news, "I actually hope Nyx would show up! She's so mysterious!!" "How do you know it's a she?" Her company giggled, "He's a handsome he in my mind!" "Come on! Nyx is the name of the goddess of the night!" The girl laughed, "No man would choose such a name!" "Maybe that's the trick!" Her company nudged her shoulder with a giggle, "To throw people off! I bet Nyx is the handsome CEO of Nightingale! Eddie Marianus!"