Nyx Greek Mythology Novels & Stories

Those purist nobles were going to have a fit, but I had an excellent argument to throw at them. Most of the multispecies matings were true mates, fated by Selene, the Moon Goddess and Helios. Also fated by Nyx since it now included vampires. Nyx was an interesting deity. Most tended to assume that she would most likely be evil because she was the Goddess of Night and Vampires, but that was far from the truth. She was an ancient deity that appeared at the dawn of creation. A beautiful winged Goddess.

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.”

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.

"Why do I feel something is up with all of this? Sylvia hasn't been that much of a mother figure to Nyx. Besides she sent forces to bundle her daughter home because she too is power blinded and wants to perform the ritual at all cost with her daughter's blood. What makes you think that all is well, Miss Pendleton?" "You are right again Narek, nothing is okay about all of this. Sylvia has Nyx now and won't let her go because today is the day she fulfils her destiny. Nyx was born as a result of the prophecy which must take place no matter what. She is the only ticket to the restoration of the Sorcery clan. The only key to obtain power above all other mythical beings and to keep the Sorcery cla

Why did this feeling hit me so hard? “Nyx has been with us almost as long as Hades, incredibly young for a Vólva, but she is very skilled. To the point that people were scared of her and what she could do. She will figure it out; she might look like death itself in an incredibly beautiful way, but she knows her craft.”

He began to question his own sanity, wondering if he had contracted some sort of illness. Leon decided to discuss his feelings with Aria later, unaware that she was already privy to the situation. Nyx, who had teetered on the brink of rebirth across countless lifetimes, only to be denied reincarnation each time—even in the warmth of his mother's womb—had become finely attuned to the intricacies of human emotions. "My lord, something is amiss." Nyx ceased absorbing the cake mid-feed. An unborn soul or a lingering spirit would not consume food in the human sense—they absorbed its essence instead.

his blue eyes were overflowing with love. “It started when I learned your name,” Dark answered, his voice low. “Ever since then, I studied Greek mythology— especially Typhon, Echidna, and even Nyx. I found out what your names mean, and the stories behind them.” “I hate your name ‘Nyx,’ you know that?” she sighed deeply. “Why?” Dark asked. “It makes me feel weak. It makes me feel like I am not enough. I am supposed to be the one protecting you and our children. But even so, just like your name, you are the Nyx of my life. You are mine, and I want to be your protector.”

NYX Nyx stood with her head hanging low, tied in both arms before the counsel of the Guardians. She knew that her fate had already been decided. All it remained was the announcement. "Nyx has had leveling charges of theft over the past years and we will no longer condone such behavior." One of them spoke up. "Thereby we are sentencing her to the..." The other added, adding to the suspense in the air. "Black Forest." The last one completed and Nyx's head jolted up in shock.

From realization. Freya barely heard them. Fragments of ancient memory crashed violently through her mind now. Light. Chains. A gate sealed beneath celestial fire. Something enormous trapped beyond it. Something that hated heaven. God. Freya gasped painfully gripping Eros’s arm while another wave of visions struck. Lealla standing before the seal centuries ago. The celestial elders surrounding her. Selene begging them to wait. And then— Lealla offering her own divine essence willingly to strengthen the barrier. Freya froze completely.

His gold jewelry and waistcoat made him look exactly what he was: a Greek God. Soon after, a woman came into focus. She was pale, with deep green eyes, and had long, flowing red hair. Her dress was black, almost smoke-like in appearance, barely covering her body. "Do not be afraid. I'm Nyx," she introduced herself. "This is my brother, Erebus." Lowena wasn't sure how to respond. "I-I'm" "We know who you are," Nyx interrupted. "We visited you last night, but others didn't like us coming in uninvited. Our apologies; we aren't used to having to ask permission."