Nyx Greek Novels & Stories

The houses around me are getting bigger and more luxurious the more we ride up the mountain. Right before we reach the summit, Hermes steers Agape into a road that turns left. “You are meeting Hecate, Selene and Nix at Nix’ place, but I can’t follow you on the last road to Nix’ house. She banned me from the entire street after our last party. You take the next road to your right and keep riding until you see a silver and black gate, it’ll swing open when you approach. Agafya will wait for you until you are finished here and she will find me when you want to go home.” Hermes says, riding off into the sunset and throwing a kiss over his shoulder, leaving me guessing in who Nix and Hecate are.

He never thought that maybe, just maybe the gods kept away because they needed the Calibaans to find their strength. After many years spent on consecutive pleadings made by Isi Ala. He met Ngwal Apata, the God of the Rock. He was the most aggressive of all the gods and was never worshipped by the earthen because of his unfriendly attitude. His feet and hands were rocky but his face was like that of the glowing moon. He rarely laughed or smiled and has no friends either. Seeing that no gods came to the Calibaan's rescue, he decided to usurp the opportunity.

I say, but the words feel hollow. I want to believe it, but Hera is not the type to pull a gun without reason. My chest aches and I am torn between trusting my own blood brother and my woman. Finn is family but Hera is my heart and I can’t shake the image of her trembling last night no matter how hard I try She was clearly shaking as she told me about Eagle, about what he did to her and Amelia. A sneer pulls my attention. When I turn to the direction,I see Nyx glaring at me. Her eyes are sharp like knives. She doesn’t say a word to me . She just spins on her heel and follows Hera.

“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

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.

"Let's see what the King's inner circle is really made of." They collided like thunder. Nyx was fast, faster than anyone Saeris had seen move, and strong enough to hold her own against a creature three times her size. She ducked under a swipe of claws, came up inside his guard, drove a blade toward his ribs… The Lycan twisted, taking the hit on his shoulder instead. Jaws snapped toward her throat. She threw herself backward, rolling, coming up in a crouch. They clashed again. And again. Nyx was good. Damn good.

Damn! I have no intention of getting involved with her. This is my honeymoon with my wife, and I don't want these terrible things to ruin her mood. Just as we were leaving, "Nyx!" A strong male voice came from behind the shop. This woman is Nyx, the Greek goddess of the night. The name matches her mystique. Nyx glared at us and then walked to the back of where she had been sitting, where there was a closet. In the dim light, I looked carefully. There was a dark wool tapestry beside the closet. She lifted it and turned to us and said viciously:

“You dared to shoot Hades. Now you have me to deal with. Let’s just call me Nyx.” The name Nyx—the Greek goddess of the night—rolled off her tongue with a dark satisfaction. She watched as the life drained from Dean’s eyes, his body going limp in Big Tom’s grip. She felt no remorse, no hesitation. This was her world now, and she was claiming her place in it.

The parchment was old, the edges frayed, but the symbols were clear. “This,” she said, pointing to a passage written in an ancient dialect, “is about Nyxia.” The name sent a chill down my spine. Killian’s letter had mentioned it, and now hearing it from Selena made it feel even more ominous. “She’s not just a name,” Selena continued. “Nyxia is... was a rival to the Moon Goddess. A being of chaos and shadow. She believed that bonds and hierarchies—like the mating system—were chains meant to be broken.”

He looked at her as though she was simply beautiful. Proserpina blinked. And the sudden sense of awareness immediately flowed through every single nerve when his gaze slowly wandered to her body and inaudibly swallowed, licking his lips, clearly liking what he saw. ‘Enough–’ “State your name.” He grinned broadly, appearing absurdly pleased at the chance of having to introduce himself, “Alastor Nyx of the Northern Pack.” Proserpina raised an eyebrow at that. How curious… Alastor Nyx is Ancient Greek that literally means avenger of the night, if translated in typical-tongue.