Nyx Myths Novels & Stories

Nyx watched me curiously. “I see.” She hummed to herself. “It would seem she has seen the fall of Titan, sister.” I blanched at her words, tucking my feet beneath me in order to spring into a run the moment either of them advanced. Mab rolled her eyes at me as if she knew I planned to flee. “It’s not what you thin, Taylor.” Nyx tried to assure me. “If you saw the fall of our brother, you saw our first creations, yes?”

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.”

Icarus laughed, but the witch felt that he shared the same fear. Nyx traditions were somewhat ooted by other people, only very few of other beings do not judge them. Well, that part is usually made up of beings who do worse, that's the whole Nyx situation pretty nasty. However, even if she did not want to follow that future and had not even grown up with Icarus, the witch's heart had chosen that damn man and it was with him that the witch was with. "At least you got Maittan to take care of whatever infected Artemisia”

And the ability to love. Nyx, the Ancient of the Night Sky, and keeper of the Underworld. She commanded darkness itself, weaving it into endless corridors that devoured the screams of the corrupt and wicked as they clawed at their own flesh in final reckoning. Stars punctured her black expanse like the eyes of a thousand vengeful gods, cold and merciless in their eternal watch.

All she did was work and work as an omega. “You don’t?” Selda kicked her and she fell. She rose back up and bowed. “Yes, Your Highness. I was not privileged -” “Keep that filthy mouth shut. Tell me, is that Lycan Beast back?” She asked her. Nyx’s eyes darted in their sockets. “Who is it you are talking about, Your Highness?” She asked softly. “The beast... The one who followed us from my realm.” She clarified. Not out realm. Nyx noticed. She still was not counted as one of them. Just an omega. A slave. That was what she was.

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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.

I began. That instantly captured their attention. Even Jiya looked at me curiously. "The four realms?" Abi asked. I nodded. "I’m not sure where I learned it, but maybe from books or someone told me," I said. They waited eagerly for me to continue. "These four realms honor the Moon Goddess. They are the Lycan Realm, the Vampire Realm, the Elf Realm, and the Siren Realm," I explained. The three of them listened intently. "The Moon Goddess resides in her Moonlight Sanctuary in the Celestial Realm," I added.

Because Yin, truly, was a menace in fluffy disguise. Even now, as he casually leaned against the vending machine, pretending to be just another pretty intern with slightly mystical hair, his thoughts were spiraling delightfully into mythical gossip and dangerous curiosity. The story, according to Shu—and a few gossipy thunder spirits—went like this: Nexus, the land god before his sudden disappearance, had tamed something that should not have been tamed. A primal, ancient beast. One of the original calamity spirits. A Fenrisúlfr.

How I fell through stars and a rainbow of colors, how Hermes rode with me through Olympus, how I met the three goddesses Selene, Hecate and Nix, that Alexis is a direct daughter from Selene, that I am the grand daughter from Hecate, that Nix is mother to vampires and watches over me with the other two goddesses, how my magic is elemental and not spellbound, the way they told me to practice my touch to and control over the elements, that there are not five elements, but eight. The only thing I leave out is the part of me being Santiago’s savior or downfall, how I am the only one who can kill him or make him see the error in his ways. I do tell them Ingvar is my second mate, or maybe he is my