Nyx Greek Novels & Stories

Its eyes two black obsidian stones. Now, the gate stood open. Nyx was inside. She wore a white robe. Her hair was loose, unbound. The silver-white strands fell past her waist, gleaming coldly in the faint light seeping from within the gate. Her face was paler than usual. Her lips were bloodless. Her grey-blue eyes looked at something beyond the gate. Not at him. At a place farther away. The twelve Alphas stood outside the gate. Some knelt. Some stood. Some leaned against the stone wall. No one spoke.

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.”

“I’ve been questioning the same thing. But honestly, I haven’t caught Alpha energy. Alpha like qualities, yes, but not energy.” At that moment, Damaro and Valeno walk up. “She is not an alpha, but the qualities she has comes from you Aiden. Absorbing people’s gifts is not the only thing that Nyx can do. She absorbs qualities from her mate. Rapid healing and strength are Alpha like qualities. Nyx is powerful.” In my never ending quest for knowledge I start asking questions, “How powerful is Nyx? Is there anything that can hurt her?”

Orien said as the warriors’ mouthpiece. “I like your words, Orien; you always behave like your name, Orien, which means hunter. My beloved Spartan warriors, you really did well in the last war against the United States of America, but you all need to put in more effort,” King Achilles said. “My king, we have never failed Greece, and we won’t do that now. Through the help of our ancestors, we shall win the United States of America hands down. We shall be called Nicholas!” Nyke said.

says General Oris " I heard that you recently took in the daughter of Nyx. Maybe she could even the playing field because even you can't take on the son of Zeus, two children of Poseidon, and another daughter of Hades all by yourself," says Eses "No, she's only 10 years old; she should be protected, not thrust onto a battlefield," I say

Ruth's POV When I faced Nyx, I could feel the power of the moon goddess dominating all over me. I knew that I had to be careful, for Nyx is proving more powerful. "So, you think you can defeat me?" Nyx sneered, her eyes flashing with amusement. "I am the goddess of night, and I will not be easily defeated." I stood tall, my heart pounding with excitement. "I am Ruth, the last living heir of the moon goddess," I said. "And I will not back down."

A female egyptian thief/anti-hero named Alariq (blessed with the powers of Anubis, Bast and Isis) and a thousand years old male Greek Hero named Nyx meet. What started as a fight for the artifact became a hot passionate sex between the two ******************* The alley's shadows swallowed Alariq as she taunted, "A Greek hero who can't outmaneuver a thief? How disappointing." Nyx's eyes all but glowed with a thousand years of memories and fierce intent.

" [1] Erida (fighting, quarrel, rivalry) — is the Greek goddess of strife and discord. [2] Nocté, Nyx (night) — is the Greek goddess (or personification) of the night. [3] Ereb (darkness, gloom) — representing the personification of darkness in Greek mythology. [4] Adamas (from ancient Greek - "irresistible") is a mythical metal that served as material for the tools of the gods. Adamas is the ancient name for a diamond [5] Cyanea capillata — a species of Scyphozoa, discophoran class.

“From the sounds we heard all over the castle, it didn’t seem like you weren’t enjoying yourself.” Normally, I’d panic when a stranger entered my room. But today? I can’t bring myself to care. If she’s here to kill me, I welcome it. “How tiresome,” she huffs when I don’t respond. The bed dips behind me. And the meaning of “namesake” finally filters through the cotton in my brain. Nyx. The Greek goddess of night. She’s in bed with me. I’d be more impressed if I felt anything at all. But if she’s here—calm, unafraid—she’s not here to rescue me.

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.