Nyx Mythology Novels & Stories

She has a dark spirit that guides and protects her,' Seros said. Sidayo reminds Esper,' We've given you a very long time already. And that's enough. Don't forget our agreement, that you, yourself, define, the moment you broke the crystal balls to set us free. There are only a few people now believing in the anitos and umalagad. Since the time the conquerors set their foot on the west. A new age has come to bring back the domination of old faith to the western realms and to expand it further to the east, and the whole Yrthos. It is impossible to achieve without bloodshed.' Yleva continues, 'You'll do everything we say or I will throw you back to the filthy mud where you came!'

He would help me solve this' Nyra became hopeful. "Yes, I think I would try going to the human world" Nyra agreed. The goddess smiled. 'The path I set you on is a tough one my child. It would test the strength of your Love towards your mate. But be strong, because, you both are destined to be together' the goddess thought

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he said as his eyes lit up. “Go to him,” Zeus nudged the girl forward. Her hand clutched the side of her dress, as she moved closer, her scent becoming thick and overwhelming to the point that I could feel myself getting aroused which was weird. Suddenly, I rose to my feet and my hand swept to her neck, drawing her closer. The people gasped and her body tensed. A curse from her body swirled into my ear. “Desire becomes eternal, sixteen moons to summon death.” I pulled my hand away.

Far below, the world bustled, unaware that every move was already mapped in her mind. The wolf materialized beside her, white and vast, its fur shimmering with the light of a thousand forgotten moons. Timeless, unbreakable, its gaze met hers. They see you now, it said, voice ancient and wild. Nyxara drew a slow, deliberate breath, her violet eyes burning like twin amethysts against the night. “Good,” she answered. “Let’s see who’s bold—or stupid—enough to challenge me next.” Her empire was awake—every facet, every shadow, every secret.

’ I said sending her to the back of my head. Wondering if she had been talking about the god of night, Nyx, I turned the chapter of my book to that, and looking at the beautiful picture of the depiction of how he was believed to look I could hardly believe such a beautiful being would be behind it. Nyx and the Moon Goddess had always believed to have been in a feud that had lasted for an eternity and would go on forever but given how he was still a god I doubted he would be behind something so deceptive and vile, even though he might hate the goddess.

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.

The others were buried, and ritual rites were performed. “We are fighting the Sea Goddesses,” Nyx said, and then gave a lot of points to prove what she had said. She also quoted the ancient book several times, and my body was reacting in absolutely normal ways that called for bodily and genital meeting. “This is bad,” I muttered, immediately she was done talking. Nyx leaned her head on my shoulders, and held my arms with her hands. “This makes too much sense,” Blue added. “Everything adds up, without leaving a thing out.”

Nyx ordered with a cruel glint in her eyes. “Nyx, are all these plays of power really necessary?” Adam asked he sighed in satisfaction. “Yes, she needs to understand where her role is if we are to get along, Grim, she is a witch and a werewolf pretending to be a goddess,” Nyx replied firmly. “She needs to understand her place and it is to service us and worship the ground we walk on.” Priscillia, if she heard did not stop her oral her slow leisure oral service. “We are gods, Grim and she is beneath us.” Nyx continued. “And until she accepts that she will remain underneath us and put her mouth to good use.”

A sudden chill ran through me at the thought. The mother of wolves? The goddess of the moon. She was the one we always prayed to. The one I had prayed to several times while I was still at the pack. Maybe she had heard and sent Beros to save me. I was eager to know more about her. I turned back to continue my reading. "And lastly, Nyxar, the god of chaos and destruction, the push and pull of the world" This last name didn't leave me with a good feeling. Was this deity responsible for all the chaos?