Nyxie Name Meaning Novels & Stories

"What is your name?" "Alpha Caleb, I'd advise you not to be interested in someone so lowly." Luna Cara interrupted before I could speak. "Her lineage has a trait of betrayal and ..." "Shhh..." Alpha Caleb shushed Luna Cara up. The look on Luna Cara's face was every bit precious. I would gladly die if that look was the last I'd see on her face. "What is your name, girl?" "Nyx." I replied softly.

"My Cherrypie took care of that douche canoe with her own sword." Nix's eyes swung to Asher. She studied Scarlet a little closer. Narrowed her eyes. "Nix? Yeah, still waiting on that answer about why Scarlet is so important to you?" I needed her to think that Scarlet wasn't actually here with us. That we'd left her back home on Azica. That we might not even know her. Not that she was sitting a couple feet away from her. Nix closed her eyes again, dipped her head. I could see her lips moving, but no sound came from her. "Did my mother say nothing of who I am? What title I hold in the world of gods and goddesses?" She opened her eyes. Looked at me.

NYXORA I am Nyxora, daughter of the fox king. I am a princess with a good education. Marrying the alpha king Nightbane has been my dream since childhood. I’ve loved him for a very long time with all of me, but he didn’t know. He only knew me as Nyxora, the arrogant princess. So when my father broke the news to me, I was surprised and excited because I never thought he would let me marry a werewolf.

“I’m just a girl with light powers who can’t shift.” “That’s exactly what makes you special and fucking addictive, Nyx. You were named after a goddess of the night, and I swear to the gods every time I look at the night sky, I only see you.” Atlas shifts closer to me, and when he touches my cheek to make me look at him, my stomach ties up in a knot. “Do you really believe that?” I ask, my heart hammering in my chest. Atlas nods. “Why are you telling me this now?”

"Quintessa. No, that's ridiculous. You'd name her something classy. Elegant. Sophisticated. Powerful. Greek." "You have a growing list of methods that sometimes doesn't even last for an hour, maybe less. And some are ridiculous, even for you." Nyxen said. "Others make you feel safer. Like the idea that you can still heal from whatever Lucas throws at you, no matter how far you fall. Or that, even the things you can't heal, you can ignore or simply move on around." "So many attacking statements. Do you do that with your daughter?" He let the statement stand for a moment before continuing. "Hmmm. I'll list off Greek names till you tell me what her name was. What you accuse me of doing, brushin

"True but you see Narek, Nyx is a special breed. I have told you someday about the prophecy behind her birth, haven't I?" I gave her a small nod and she continued, "Nyx's blood is strong enough to open up the gateway to ultimate power. This is what every power hungry or greedy supernatural desires and Nyx has what it takes to make it a reality. Her blood has been proven potent for ages and that is why she has been protected up until now" she explained. My head bobbed in understanding, "This makes so much sense but how do you know she is truly safe" I expressed my worry and Miss Pendleton sagged into her sit.

“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.

I laughed and he seemed remarkably glad to see me do it. — Your mother, Juliette Broz, a Polish woman who came to live in the United States at the age of eighteen, chose the name Hera because she is the Greek goddess of protection of the family and marriage and I chose Nix, it's strange, what I know, but it means goddess of the night. Julie wanted you to be special so what better than to be special with weird names? — Seeing it like this, I even like it — it was true, who wouldn't like to have the name of a goddess? — And what is Winter?

Samkiel argued. "Bullshit. Don't give such lame excuses." Yrene's tone could've cut glass. "We all know she can't be close to you in strength. You didn't catch her for reasons I don't even want to know, and now we have no idea where she is, how to trace her, or who she is to the Dread Alpha. We don't even have a name." "Nyx. Her name is Nyx," Saeris said quietly. "At least, that's what she was called."

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.