Forest Nymphs Novels & Stories

“Going once, going twice sol-” “ A thousand grams!” A voice interrupted, earning gasps from the crowd. I swallowed the invisible saliva clinging to my tongue as my eyes searched desperately for who would want to risk that kind of amount on a cursed woman. “That’s ridiculous for a demon, a thousand-“ “She is a Nymph!” A man dressed in a cotehardie and black boots with a feather hat that almost covered his face strode forward. My breath caught in my throat as I stared at the devilish beauty underneath the hat. “A thousand and she’s mine,” he blurted, holding the gaze of the man who stood beside me.

They began to charge against the Soul Drenching Squirrels in their full mights. “Your souls are mine!” the Soul Drenching Squirrels declared and, together, they were able to send a mighty dragon-like mist run through the advancing beasts. Kira laughed. “That might work on others, but these are only existing due to the Euphenic Call of the Deities, they possess no souls from their own driving forces!” “No souls?” the eyes of the Soul Drenching Squirrels watered. That could have been said to be their strongest trump card from the way they turned to this, during this dire life-threatening situation. Who would've known that it'd be ineffective to these?

This bit of information just makes me dislike him more. “I don’t really think you would be human,” Alexander adds, “Humans don’t normally come into the Lunar woods, and certainly not as far as to fall into the Genecy river that much upriver.” “Do you think I’m a shifter too then?” I ask, hope ringing in my voice. Alexander shrugs, “Perhaps. Or you could be another type of supernatural. Perhaps a nymph.” “A Nymph?” “Yeah, they are river spirits who live high up in the mountains,” Alexander smiles, “You actually look like a nymph. You have moonlight in your eyes.”

But despite the pain, she forced herself up and used the tree's solid body as support. After finally standing up, she took a second to looked at the path where she came from, and when she was about to run ahead, her body froze when strings of gleaming water unexpectedly materialize in thin air. The strange flow of gleaming water dance around the air, entangling themselves like silky twines. Moving lucidly with the wind as Mayari watched in hidden awe but with high alert. Soon after the captivating dance of the threads of glistering water, the seven nymphs of the Yuver river suddenly appeared before her, floating with their voile gowns and bringing shimmers to light the night.

"Uh... forget the last part. Anyway, one day, there was this party and I brought her along. She got so drunk that she started running to a certain bridge. I followed her out, but didn't realise what was about to happen. And so— that butterfly though." I looked at where Brayden was staring. "It's really pretty." I pointed out. "Look at her blue wings." "That's a really nice shade of blue." Brayden said with an amused look. "Yeah, and— wait, don't get distracted. And then what?" "Right, right." He muttered. "So— uh, anyway, she got so drunk she slipped and fell off the bridge." I looked at him. He looked a little guilty. Really a little. "I guess if I was watching her close enough, she would'v

Zael asks, ignoring the nymph’s sexual advances toward me. She shrugs but doesn’t answer. Nymphs are infuriating creatures. They can hide from anyone and can never give you a straight answer. The nymph presses her body against mine and releases a flood of pheromones aimed directly at me. I go dizzy with lust and all the blood rushes to my cock, but she can’t entice me in the same way she can humans. “It won’t work,” I say as I grab her by the shoulders and push her away. “I’m mated.”