Nyx Greek Novels & Stories

Nyx groaned. "Lachlan and I will be in my room while you take care of him. Trust me, men, keep your women away from Helios. He knows no boundaries." Nyx said as she directed Lachlan to her room down the hall. Gunnar, Zaiden, and Omar took protective holds on their mates. "You're the goddess of night. What does that mean exactly?" Lachlan asked as he shut the door to Nyx's room. He carried her to the bed and laid her down. When he started to walk away Nyx grabbed his hand.

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.”

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!"

******* Alpha Kyo’s POV The morning air was sharp with frost as I returned from patrolling the Blackmoon perimeter. Something was off. I could smell it in the trees. Something magical. Are they using spells here? Thorax, I called my wolf silently, why do you keep showing me signs without revealing the full truth? But he didn’t answer. That meant only one thing — something was wrong. I quickened my steps. As I reached the east wing, I saw her. Nyx. Collapsing. “NYX!” I shouted, running to her. She was on the floor. Limp. Unmoving.

"Thanks, I think." She walked over to her sister. "Now~" "Now." Abby and Kali tackled Nyx. "You need to be full." "Full what? Full of air would be nice, I can't breathe!" Nyxie flailed. "Help!" Erys laughed. "Oh, my hero." "You need to be full abyssal. Right now, you're partial because Hades was partial and it's bothering us," Abby replied. "…No flowers!" "But it'll be so pretty!" Kali protested.

the smug bastard is happy he got the last word "Anyway before we get ahead of our selves, I bought us breakfast and so help me Nyx don't choke on it." "Nyx?" "That's all you got from that sentence?" "Yes, well no but I thought you would be more of a Zeus guy." "is it because I'm a guy?" "Well I'd be lying to you if I said no." "Zeus is just a popular god of them all but Nyx is the most powerful of them all so... yeah. Why did you want to know where I was?" Shit I totally forgot about that. "Um, I wanted to tell you my decision."

“Nyx, what is this?! What is it doing to me?!” “It isn't trying to possess your body!” Nyx shrieked, her voice shaking with uncharacteristic panic. “It's rewriting your bloodline! It's turning you into the absolute ruler of the dark!” Across the vault, the terrifying shadow monster slowly lowered itself into the dust, dropping to its knees in complete submission. “My Alpha...”

Lucien said evenly. She met his eyes. “I do.” “Then tell us.” For several long moments, she remained silent. It was not hesitation but reluctance, as though speaking the truth would bring consequences she desperately wished to avoid. “My name is Nyx.” The name echoed through the courtyard. Several nobles frowned in confusion, but others visibly paled. One elderly scholar covered his mouth with both hands. “Nyx…” he breathed. “That name appears in the First Scriptures.” A murmur spread through the crowd.

Rage became hunger, and hunger became obsession. Back in the cave, the silence between Nyx and Caelum thickened. At last, she rose to her feet. Her limbs trembled, but her spine was iron. She turned to him, the flame’s light catching the silver in her eyes. “Keep the decoy alive as long as you can,” she said. “But I’m done running.” His expression hardened. “What are you planning?” Nyx’s voice was low, each word weighted like a vow. “I’m going to bring him back.”

Even in the city’s perpetual twilight, the arena attracted clusters of spectators who stood at the edge of the docks or leaned over the platforms, eager for a glimpse of the heirs of Keltos and Maelis. Nyxios entered the arena first, his stride confident but casual, as if the stares from around him were nothing new. His hair had been slicked back, leaving the lines of his face exposed. The deep purple silk of his shirt was rolled to the elbows, revealing the whipcord muscles of his arms. As he stretched, a ripple of anticipation moved through the crowd.