Dryad Mythical Creature Novels & Stories

"But first, there is something you must do for me" "Is it about the new creature in the island?", Adromalius asked casually and grinned when he saw how Hades sat up quickly. "You know about her" "I know there's something special about her", Adromalius said with a gleam in his eyes. "Makes me wonder what she is since every goddamn creature won't shut up about her..." "She's a Tribrid",Hades deadpanned with a serious look. "Impossible!",Adromalius bust out. "Tribrids are creatures that are never meant to exist"

Elowen stood before her like a goddess born from the earth itself. The dryad was tall and impossibly graceful, her skin a warm, living bark that shifted between deep emerald and soft gold. Long hair made of flowering vines cascaded down her back, blooming with luminous white flowers that opened and closed in time with her breathing. Her eyes glowed soft gold, and between her thighs hung a thick, ridged cock made entirely of smooth, throbbing wood wrapped in velvety petals. She smiled, slow and tender, as she trailed clawed fingers down Lila’s heaving chest.

"That gives us ten." "Shit," Sam cursed hatefully. "This isn't going to be a pretty ending then." "Why?" Kait asked her. "These are a unique set of zombies." Sam explained, like she had met a few. "And before you ask, yes I have." She uncoiled herself from me and pulled closer to Kait. Almost like she was scared. "They're Draug. Ancient zombies from Old Norse that have unparalleled strength and can grow on a whim." "You know this how?" Kait asked, furrowing her eyebrows.

(Incase you're confused with this 'potus' word , the author combined two words to form this one which are Pious, that means holy, and potent, which means powerful. So combining them we get our 'potus'.) "What's a potus crystal, and why is it in your chest? Are you injured or something?! And what do you mean she was a human?" " No, I'm not injured, potuses are very precious crystals to us as they are the main source of our incomparable powers which the demons crave, and you're going to develop a potus in your chest too. Very soon. Bethany was a normal human but you aren't." My eyes widened at her statement. My body was still, still as a cold corpse. " That's why I'm telling you all these. Wha

“They’re Druids. Or in this since, were. According to the text, they are extinct. Killed in some massive war against the witches.” “Druids?” I asked, hoping he would explain. “Yes, druids were spell casters who drew their power from nature. According to,” he searched the piles of books again for another one. “Ha! This one!” He flipped it open and searched through the pages with both excitement and determination on his face, and stopped on a passage. “Druids were considered protectors of the natural world.They were known for having a deep connection to animals and plants and they have the ability to shapeshift into animal forms.” They didn’t seem all that bad.

Madchen marveled at the men’s healthy appetites. Drago, NIck, and Marcu ate three platefuls of food, with Madchen raising a curious eyebrow, watching them act like lumberjacks after a hard morning’s work. “They have… interesting metabolisms,” Adriana smiled,”A trait of their unique lineage.” Why did she have the distinct feeling the family matriarch was trying to tell her something? “Hmmph,” Grigo cleared the air, “What my beautiful wife is trying to say, little girl, is we are not like ordinary humans,”

It was the tree person. "I am Corcus, a Dryad spirit guardian of Meladicta. And you are in my territory." Odessa could see that Corcus wasn't someone she could mess with. So she raised her hands in a form of surrender. "I mean you no harm, Corcus. My companion and I came in search of a spell. I need it to rescue my mate." Odessa explained, hoping the Dryad would understand. But instead, it laughed in her face. "You fool. What makes you think I would let you have this spell? You are trespassing. And for that, you shall perish with your companion."

I mumbled as I glanced at Gideon Landers and asked him if he could take the three of us somewhere. Shrugging, he nodded. Giving the former assassin our hands, the training area disappeared, and the thick forest appeared before us. Looking at me anxiously, Austin asked me what I wanted to discuss, but I was eyeing Gideon with a cocked brow. “First I must clarify something in regards to druid wolves. They're said to be very sexual and like fornication immensely, correct?” Both men nodded but looked confused, so I continued. “That also means female druid wolves are as well?”

Giselle asked, her voice dark and heavy all of a sudden. "Tell us," I urged. "Have you ever heard those old tales of the Madredard Drakkons?" She asked. "Those ancient creatures that used to wreak havoc." "You mean those mythical creatures?" Waylon asked. "Oh no, they were not mythical. They were real," Giselle replied, her tone dark and tense, "They existed in those ancient times along with the gods. The current Drakkons are the descendants of gods and those fierce creatures!" "Who told you that?" I asked, intrigued, but at the same time, I wouldn't say I liked where this was going.

Craig mutters, “No one in our pack has gone missing, this got to be someone from a neighboring pack.” “Or she might not be a werewolf at all,” Matthew suggests, “She looks exactly like those descriptions of dryads and nymphs.” “A dryad? I doubt it,” Craig scoffs, “A dryad would never drown in a river” “Or she might be human,” I suggest, “Someone who’d lost her way and fell to the river. Dryads and Nymphs don’t come near the Genecy river, they live deep within the mountains.” “Humans don’t live up the river,” Avery points out.