Nyx Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

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.

Nyra followed, her frost magic coating the earth in thick sheets of ice. I raised my hands. Power flared from my chest, a pulse of white-hot lunar energy. The sky responded. Lightning rained down, arcs of silver fire crashing into the enemy ranks. They screamed, scattered—burned. Behind them, walking calmly through the destruction, came the goddess. Nyx. She was not of this world, and she made no effort to blend in. Her skin shimmered like obsidian dipped in blood. Her eyes were pits of endless night. Her crown burned with bone-white flame.

"The Hunters are tools, little ghost. They don't think, don't feel, don't choose. They're programmed to seek and destroy. And someone has programmed them to find you." Nyx felt the world tilt beneath her feet. Seven Hunters. Divine agents sent to eliminate her. She'd barely survived one encounter—and that had been at a distance, with Caelan and his warriors to protect her. Seven of them would be unstoppable. "Why?" she asked, her voice barely a whisper. "Why would the Goddess send so many? What did I do to deserve this?"

Nyx had been born on the exact same day he was. According to ancient Lycan tradition, every Moon Lycan was blessed with four gifts from the Moon Goddess. Their own Vitali, horse, sword, and a unique appearance, which were their unique eyes and the symbol on the spot between their brows. Nyx had accompanied him since he was little, the mare understood him without words. Lucian's ears twitched slightly at the sounds of faint footsteps somewhere ahead. A cruel smile slowly appeared on his lips. He closed his eyes and counted every movement.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

Jester soundlessly activated a spell, and the golden embroidery on his fur-lined cape glowed as he fed his power through it. Nyxian magic centered around the ambiguous concept of the mind and soul. His mother’s clan were not generally warriors who would fight on the front lines (he and Lady Carlessi were notable exceptions), simply because war was of no interest to them. They were pacifists, mostly, who could be spurred to violence only for the protection of the clan or to avenge an offense. And perhaps because they shepherd the dead and dying, the Nyxis regard life as a sacred thing and hardly killed.

He leaned forward to take in more of the intoxicating scent of Jasmine, his eyes closed and he unconsciously leaned closer to her neck taking in the refreshing smell but at the moment she turned her face to the side, their noses brushed against each other, halting their movements. His eyes opened, feeling her move. His world stopped meeting a pair of earthly green orbs. Hazel caged her pupil while green guarded the iris. Deep swirling pools of green guarded by thick lashes, his eyes traveled down to her dainty button nose, slight chubby cheeks, a perfect jaw, his gaze flickered to those delicate petal like lips, plum and soft looking, black threads of silk framing her face and the nerdy big

"Not bad. I’m popular with the boys already, I got the girls drooling, and this pretty Luna by my side all day. What more can I ask for?" I smiled; Eric was back to his player ways already; he had always had his way with women. It’s no wonder the moon goddess hadn’t granted him a mate yet. "Whose she?" I asked, staring at the pretty girl seated a few meters from Eric’s table. "I don’t know. I heard she’s a member of the outcasts, the Grey pack. "She’s pretty stunning," I replied, still staring. The scent was getting stronger. "She’s an outcast, Jayden, a member of the Grey pack."

'You are just wasting my time! Sidayo interrupts, 'A newborn child that came from two sacred clans is now under the tutelage of Galindra. Soon, she will use that child against you; to stop us from carrying out all our plans here in Yrthos; to burn the empire you're establishing to the ground. He could unite all the kingdoms and realms, and bring false peace to this wicked world by killing...you.' 'That can't happen!' Esper screamed as the fire blazed larger. She grasped the lip of the cauldron while her mouth is trembling and her eyes were glaring. 'Galindra! I will destroy you. I will not allow you to win. Not this time!'

The sound of footsteps approaching could be heard. Outside the Kane family gate, Nyx carried an iron sword on his back, his head full of white hair hanging down behind his head, the bottom of his eyes revealing a deep and dark memory. Nyx was the mother god the north talked about, but it was undeniable that he was also definitely the world's first-class-obsessed person. "It's him!" Looking at Nyx from afar, Antonio, Mohan, Graham, and even Caleb, who was recognized as the number one tycoon in the North, felt their faces twitching.