Dryad Names Novels & Stories

The treehouse was located in an idyllic corner of the forest, undisturbed by others and almost completely quiet. Ava opened the door and went inside. She was looking around when she heard a voice. “My child,” Ava abruptly turned around, expecting a ghost or monster, which she heard of in stories, but instead there stood a beautiful fairy. Long golden hair, milky white skin, mesmerizing eyes, and wearing a beautiful green dress. “Who are you”? Ava asked innocently while tilting her head. “My name's Dryad, I'm a woodland fairy,” she replied, smiling at the innocent creature.

It's too late, his wife is dead. He heard the sounds of a crying babies, the triplets but he put aside the last one. All of them were a She. " I named you Marie, marks of a white witch and you'll be Freya, with a marks of a black witch." Draku raised them together and introduced his two children to Hades. " Accept them with your heart and soul! He shouted while biting his own palm marked his own bloods to their forehead as a sign of approval to be part of the Underworld.

He calls out but I don't stop until he jogged up to me and blocked my way with his tall six feet frame. Shorter than Zion. Wait..what did he said his name was? Draz West.So he is the youngest son of Late Luna Christine.No wonder she was concerned for him. "You're Draz?" I said, frowning when I catch the irritation in his eyes. "Drax.Do I spell it for you?" His tone clipped with sheer annoyance. C'mon not my fault that he has a unique name and I only heard it once.Why get so mad? "Weird that you are mad about mispronunciation of your name rather than the accident I caused"

I guess she won’t be waking up any time soon like last time. I looked at her ring. The soft red glow was still on it, slowly fading. As it died, I did what I thought was best. I took it off her. Note: Dryads are tree spirits born with oak trees and grow with them. They live for exactly 1000 years and after passing their duty to an offspring they die of old age after which the tree also begins to die. In natural order, the spirit will die first, then the tree. The dryad’s oversee the forests and that no wrong entity tries to enter the magic realm. Although there are times they can fail too.

“Mother gets to have all the fun.” Sigwulf nodded and sheathed his sword, the others taking their cues from him. “Follow me,” the Dryad ordered, walking ahead of them and off the path they had been cutting through the trees and shrubs. She chatted to Astrid as she walked. “My name is Zela.” “I am Astrid.” “Your eyes look like mother’s.” “Mother?” “Heartwood of course. She’s our mother. Her tree shelters our young ones. We live as long as our trees. Guess how old I am.”

I asked as my head and heart began to whirl. The Doctors face became serious. He cleared his throat. “This needs to be tested. Full Dryads are very rare today and can only be located in the oldest of forests if at all. They bond with the trees, literally. As we can shift into the wolf, they can merge their bodies with the trees. If the tree is killed, so is the Dryad. They are very much one with nature. They protect the forests in which they live. The results of the humans decimating the natural forests is the Dryad, as far as we can tell, have virtually become extinct. They are nurturers and procreators, if we found them, they would probably be willing to comply with helping us. But….”

Protecting the forest dwellers, - after finishing, Alena again took on her usual appearance. So, what other questions are you interested in? she asked in her human voice. I already forgot why I came here at all. “And imagine your partner already,” the dryad winked at Kise. I also forgot about her... “Kira,” she introduced herself. Kira? Was that her real name? Or Kir? - Alena sneered, breaking into smiles. Well, yes, you can’t deceive a forest dweller, you can’t hide your true essence. They will always feel the real you.

All eyes trained on her, I pull her close to me when I sensed her nervous, Damon growled at them snapping them out of their gaze. "Young one, you look...What's your name?" Our ally from eons back, a warlock of great power with gray hair and beard on his dark skin ask Daisy. She look up at us giving her the go ahead nod. "My name is Daisy King, a human and mate to the hybrids." I felt my heart flip when she acknowledge us in front of everyone. This act alone plastered a satisfied smirk on Damon and I faces. "Such a beautiful name for a beautiful soul. Aaron Prince of the elves, but you can call me Airy." Aaron flirts with his stupid long platinum blonde hair, pointy ears and sea green eyes, I

“You are from the Verdonix clan?” “I didn’t know our clan was so well-known. Or are you surprised that a small clan like ours survived the war?” Dyan replied, grinning widely. Grinding his jaw, Vlador kept his voice low. “Are you alone? Where are the other members of your clan?” “Friend, you could be a bit more polite and introduce yourself before inquiring about my details,” Dyan protested, placing his hands on his hips. “I am Vlador Lev Dracount, son of King Dracount Ledov Arvadus,” Vlador stated.

Neo pokes his head in, his eyes immediately find Missy, and they soften before hardening. “Excuse me, Druida, I thought..” I raise my hand . Druida is a name most of the people here have given me because they don’t know my name or what I am. They think I am a witch which is not quite wrong but not correct either. It is a name of respect and means Wise One. “We are fine in here, Neo. Missy has told me everything. Your secret is safe with me. I will help you both.” He nods curtly, as Silvan’s voice echoes from the hallway.