Nyx Myths Novels & Stories

Sryrn and her queen's men replie Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dyin

"Why do I feel something is up with all of this? Sylvia hasn't been that much of a mother figure to Nyx. Besides she sent forces to bundle her daughter home because she too is power blinded and wants to perform the ritual at all cost with her daughter's blood. What makes you think that all is well, Miss Pendleton?" "You are right again Narek, nothing is okay about all of this. Sylvia has Nyx now and won't let her go because today is the day she fulfils her destiny. Nyx was born as a result of the prophecy which must take place no matter what. She is the only ticket to the restoration of the Sorcery clan. The only key to obtain power above all other mythical beings and to keep the Sorcery cla

Emotions had run wild between now and then; excitement, disbelief, discontent, rage, and now a thoughtful silence pervading the four walls like a thick blanket that lulls her back to the bay of sleep’s arms. Avian dips the feathered tip into the glass bottle and carefully lowers it onto the page where she had left, just beneath the grotesque sketch of an original Lycanthrope she had attempted whilst still in the throes of energy. “… Average of ten feet tall, five hundred pounds of muscle and fur that is impervious to the war instruments of man.” The high priest stands at the front left, his cheeks like emptied udders that tremble with each breath, “tapetum lucidum…” highly sensitised night v

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.

The more points we get, the greater our chances of being in the top ten. I glance at the tracker and go over the details again. Caleb literally told me, in a two-minute rush, about these demons and expected me to just be cool with it. The demon we’re hunting is a nyxie, a small water-horse that likes to drain humans of all the water in their bodies, leaving them dead. Nyxies are also notorious for getting drunk. This will be fun… I keep scrolling through my tracker all the way to the bottom. My heart skips a beat when I read the notes.

Nyx had been born on the exact same day he was. According to ancient Lycan tradition, every Moon Lycan was blessed with four gifts from the Moon Goddess. Their own Vitali, horse, sword, and a unique appearance, which were their unique eyes and the symbol on the spot between their brows. Nyx had accompanied him since he was little, the mare understood him without words. Lucian's ears twitched slightly at the sounds of faint footsteps somewhere ahead. A cruel smile slowly appeared on his lips. He closed his eyes and counted every movement.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

she said the words aloud. “That’s a stupid, superstitious name,” Lark was irritated. “We are the Order of Nexsis.” “The Order of Nexsis,” Meguitte repeated blankly. “Nyxsus is the One God’s true name,” Lark replied as if the answer was obvious. “Back when this world was young, the First Person was Nyxsus. From him, the Nyxsians were given life through his seed. But the Nyxsians wished to be gods and goddesses rather than worship Nyxsus as the One God, resulting in a great war. The Nyxsians, seeking to overthrow Nyxsus, created monsters and abominations, and in defence Nyxsus created the Nexsis, those that we call humans.”

"Well, try not to make anymore scorned lovers, would ya? That's what started this whole thing." "It wasn't my fault!" Ally replied, Salax walking back in. "It's his fault! He made me fall in love with him." Salax blinked and set down the meat on a bedside table. "Everything seems to be my fault. But I'll gladly take the blame for you loving me." Ally laughed. "Silly Snake," her gaze returned to her mom. "I see your Goddess marks have finally shown up." Nyxie turned over her arms, legs and hands. "Yep. They're on my hips, shoulders, waist and ankles. And this really awesome one around my eyes. I think I like this one the best."

“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.