Forest Nymphs Novels & Stories

I had been busy creating a vast, serene pond in my private quarters, a haven for the Nymphs. David had asked Neptune to recreate their mystical forest, complete with ancient, multi-colored glowing trees and rare, magical moving plants, and it was now a thriving oasis. Whisper and Finn were overjoyed, tears of happiness streaming down their faces as they explored the lush landscape they knew as home.

He wiggled his toes in the pool where they sat, having just bathed after making love. "My grandmother did so - she still lives. My mother was killed - her tree was felled by lightning and she died in the explosion. Like other immortals, nymphs can be killed." "I'm sorry. What about your father?" She'd never explained that aspect of nymph biology - there weren't any male nymphs that he'd ever heard of. "My father was a hiker - my mother seduced him one night. As long as we remain tied to a tree, all our children are daughters and also dryads. As soon as we are born, our mothers find us a sapling of our own."

“No, not here. There might be water nymphs here. They usually come out at midnight, and who knows, they might have the approval of the King to allure participants.” “So, are they going to use other species against us?” Draco asked. “They did in the past. Made it easier to eliminate participants.” He replied, and we began walking again. “I was actually expecting a water nymph earlier in the lake, but nothing came. But we’d better prepare than get surprised.” “Tell us more,” I said. “Nothing really to tell. We all know they can allure us with their voice and by locking eyes with them, so whenever we are around bodies of water, make sure to use your hearing wisely. You want to hear the approach

The siren blood I had ingested years ago had done its job. Woodland nymphs were practically cousins to sirens. They shared enough that my resistance to the siren compulsion helped me keep control mentally even though my body was turning on me. The feeling of fingers running down my arm made me turn to the shortest of the three nymphs. Her belly was large, with purple and black veins covering the skin. She was pregnant, whoever their last male victim was had done his job, and now the others wanted a turn. She sent me a wicked smile, licking her lips in a way that made me think she wanted to actually eat me and not just play with me.

“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

In brilliant shades of electric blue and iridescent green, their scintillating wings compete with the sparkle of the water for beauty and attention. As he peers to see what holds her so spellbound, she points in close to where a brown-shelled monster is rising out of the water, climbing up a reed. Only a couple of inches long, it is a monster nonetheless. Then she points again to another, and another. Some are only just escaping their watery haven. Others have settled higher up the stems. Yet others have split open at the back of their ugly casing and something is squeezing its way out. And, in one or two places, can be seen the escaped occupants sitting drying in the sunshine, their sheath

Laggas asked. “For fairies, they can be born from the trees or the lakes, rivers, swamps, or even rocks.” Loheiruchel answered. “For the nymphs, they will be born from the four elements of nature – fire, water, air and earth. Lastly, the elves will be born through reproduction.” He explained. As soon as he said this, everyone’s gazes fell on Tinum, who immediately blushed. Tinum glared at Loheiruchel while Loheiruchel just laughed and pulled Tinum closer to him. “Tinum, although he is an elf, he can’t give birth.” He told them.

Earth spirits sent to ease the suffering of all creatures - animal, human, and everything in between. While Felicity explains the situation to the fae king, Kalypso materialises from my pool. Nymphs travel through water portals, and they can pop up from any body of water, even man made swimming pools. The water bubbles and steams as the nymph rises from the pool, her sheer dress leaving nothing to the imagination. I’ve never slept with a nymph - I’ve fucked fae, vampires, humans, wolves and even a changeling once, but never a nymph.

Blake asked out loud, focusing his attention on the Ancestors. “She is of the Wood Nymph Spirit clan, but we thought they had gone extinct.” The Phoenix said. “O_k, now explain WHAT THE HELL IS A WOOD NYMPH SPIRIT! Blake yelled in aggravation. “The Wood Nymph is a race of beings of nature. Some would be Powerful Telekinesis - telekinetics, capable of throwing people and moving objects with simple gestures. Teleportation – With a snap of their fingers, wood nymphs can travel anywhere they please. Healers – Able to heal injuries and poisons instantly. The powerful ones are Life Bringers – They are able to bring the dead back if the soul didn’t depart the body or if the soul was not destroyed i

"Five hundred years ago in our kingdom, in Leafland. Where Nymphs are the ruler. By creatures I mean Gnomes and Elves, Fauns and Faeries, Goblins, Ogres, Trolls Sprites, Bogies, Elvens and different kind of Nymphs such as Dryads, Naiads.. They tended to it and looked after it, playing, dancing, and singing in it, caring for injured animals, resolving species conflicts, sitting on mushrooms discussing import issues while drinking labrador tea.. the little ones riding downstream on leaves and bark, and parachuting from trees with dandelion seeds.." he stopped for a while looking at the moon.