Dryad Nymph Novels & Stories

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.

Redswift patiently explained when Lakon questioned him about this. “She is still the sweet little girl we all met, but Dryads can appear to be two races sometimes. You see, Dryads are totally linked to their trees and the earth. Before they become a Heartwood, they are young girls. Mischievous and delightful to be around, plus Heartwood and their birthing trees protect them. Get them away from their clearing and they become self-reliant. Their birthing trees are not there to protect them and neither is Heartwood. Little Zela here has to listen very carefully to what the trees and the earth is telling her right now. She appears to become close to pure tree herself. Legends say that th

“I don’t need some haggard old wolf, an exiled nymph and whatever the fuck your son is to fight Bryce. I'll tell you what I won’t do though… I won’t use your son’s blood in my magic to summon some kind of demon. I can all but guarantee Bryce will do that. I’ve already had to kill a banshee this month.” “M- mebbe we jest leave,” the old-timer says. “No, you will stay,” I tell him and turn to the nymph. “I have to ask, when you fucked him and got pregnant by him… did he offer better prospects? Nymphs usually have their pick.” “He offered better promises,” Eudora grumbles. “And then… then there was a shift in the balance.” Nymphs are very attuned to nature, to the energies around them. “How lon

"I don't understand anything you're saying. Forest of the dryads? An ork?" Kenki's face had paled. He exhaled sharply. Keratin felt perspiration pool on his forehead. He swiped a hand down his face that was also pale. "But the dryads-" "Are tree spirits, yes." Kenki also wiped a hand down his face. He too had begun to sweat. In the light shed by the luminescent arrow, Germaine watched as Keratin's face paled even more. "I hear they possess qualities that are-"

Stood before Dryad and Wren was the three Hunters from the Forest Nymphs Kingdom, they were all marked like Dryad on their neck except from one whose skin was like a dry oak tree, her arms were long with sharp thorns all over her slender tall body having her feet firmly attached into the ground with a sculptured hair and face of an old lady. Wren and Dryad stared at them in a distance, wondering why they were here, then

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.

'Cause, sister, you need to get out and get laid. You are such a nymph, Xera. If she'd been able to from inside her tree, Kyla would have stuck her tongue out. Stop thinking with your crotch. Sex isn't the answer for everything. You'd be surprised, youngling. Besides, we are nymphs. That's what a dryad is. Did you catch the stupidity virus from that fleabag or something? Oh, shut your knothole. With that, Kyla withdrew even deeper into her tree where she couldn't see or hear. The sun was almost up. It was time for all good dryads to go to sleep.

I further informed. "Aphrodite, how did you meet this lad?" "I was leaving the theatre and he snuck in backstage, he is quite mischievous." Lydia shook her head, "he snuck in backstage?" I nodded, "you know you are not allowed to talk to anyone," she told me and I sighed. "I know..." "I am sorry, Aphrodite, but it is a pretty daffodil." "I suppose it is." "It is past saving now, I will throw it in the rubbish."

Lucy asked, worried she had misheard. "Yes, we happen to be part nymph. This bloodline has been passed down through generations. Nymphs are a type of fairy usually with supernatural powers themselves. Though, we cannot turn into a beast, or howl at the moon… we do have a personal connection to nature. Some nymphs have a trancelike voice, a way with art, and even miraculous green thumbs." "Why are you telling me this? This is a lot to digest…" Lucy said, putting her hands against her temples. Aunt Gertrude and her were part nymph?

“My granddaughter is your responsibility, Alpha Lawrence. This is my last request.” Vincent stepped out of the shield, and wrapped his arm around my shoulders. “Please rest assured, grandma. I will take good care of my Little Nymph.” My Little Nymph? Oh, my Goddess! This unique word refreshed the memories of my childhood, where I read several books in my grandma’s library. The supernatural creatures besides shifters were mentioned in them along with the different categories of nature servants including the topic ‘Nymph’. A mythological spirit of nature, mostly a beautiful maiden inhibiting rivers, woods, or other locations, was famous in history. They were responsible for controlling the spe