Greek Forest Nymph Novels & Stories

I also wouldn’t want anyone else to get hurt because of me. "Oh, Nymphs, daughters of the ocean. Ethereal nereids of lush groves. Shining virgins bacchantes priestesses. Xothies of the woods amadryades daughters. The groves resound by their songs, and their choir disturbs the harmony of waters.” Despite that, I was still practicing that my ears were tuned into what was happening outside.

*Mt. Olympus, Greece* "Thank you so much polyagapiménos" Thaelia exclaimed as the nymph finished filing her nails, leaving the moon princess with a perfect manicure. Eliza, the nymph smiled in response and parted with a bow, after taking her basin of filthy water with her. That's the thing with people working under her, they never uttered a single word, which she never understood. Why was it so forbidden for them to talk with her? Just a friendly chat?

She has a huge rack of antlers, larger than any deer in the human world and they look like they’re made of gold. ‘My Queen,’ the deer says, bowing to Lily. Lily walks up to her, inclining her head. “GoldMoon is the Ceryneian Hind of Greek mythology,” Lily tells us. Tanya gasps, but I don’t understand the reference. The giant deer turns her head to look at me. ‘Hello, hybrid.’ “Hello, GoldMoon.” Lily turns and looks at me. “Did she speak to you?” “Yes. Is that odd?” I ask.

The child did not yet know she had been born into a betrayal. ​Seraphyne lowered her gaze, her face beautiful beyond the limits of mortal imagination. Hair like woven sunlight cascaded over robes intricately embroidered with shifting constellations, while a crown of living, pulsing radiance floated just above her brow. Throughout the countless territories under her vast dominion, temples had been erected in her honor, kings bled for her favor, and millions of faithful offered their desperate devotion each day. She was the High Goddess of Radiance, an undisputed victor of three consecutive Rankings, and one of the most terrifyingly powerful deities in Heaven.

I said, tapping her shoulder. "I'm leaving now." Before I could take a step, she stopped me. "Keep safe, Goddess Selene." I nodded and gave a small smile. I opened a portal and immediately stepped through. One of the Moon Goddess’s abilities is to open portals to different realms. It is also her duty to ensure balance and peace between the four realms. The moment I arrived, I found myself in the middle of a dense forest. I quickly altered my appearance to disguise myself—I wanted to see the one impersonating me.

"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.

"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

I headed towards the older woman. "Thanks for this, what's your name," I asked her as I lifted the handkerchief and smiled when she said,"I'm Circe and a Meliae or Ash tree nymph, dear. They caught me in Yellowstone, damn humans." I was smiling and told her I was one of those damn humans recently and she nodded.

“I don’t believe you.” “You don’t have to believe me. I really don’t give a damn. I’m just telling you…. Remember the way your staff was able to absorb all of Jason’s magic the other night at the cabin? That’s what wood nymphs do.” “According to a very reliable source, there is no such thing as a wood nymph!” I said, my hands in fists at my sides. “So what the hell is he, and where did he come from?” “Well, how can that possibly be right? You’ve seen him with your own eyes,” she pointed out.

But going into one of those fights without a weapon was a suicide mission. The Oread was unstable and weak enough that I knew she would be an excellent creature to start with, and she was. Her disease-ridden body and manic state made her attacks sloppy and easy to predict. I had maintained the upper hand during our scuffle until she collapsed and fell onto me. Woodland Nymphs were known for being one with the woods. Their skin had spots of growth with moss, mushrooms, and flowers. If one were to touch it, the growth tended to leave a thick green residue behind, staining anything it came into contact with.