Harry Potter Nymphadora Novels & Stories

As impenetrable as ever. “NO!” I screech as tears sting the back of my eyes. I close the window and return to the kitchen floor, sitting at the table in hopeless despair. Just then, I hear footsteps coming from the stone staircase. “Oh…hello…” My eyes meet with those of a nymph, and we stare at each other for a second in mutual curiosity. “Uh, are you okay?” I ask, standing up to face her. “Yes, I am, thank you,” she answers in a soft, delicate voice. “I have been sent by Madam Piffnel to retrieve some more alcohol for the Alphas.”

When she dropped her little baby girl off at the human hospital in Montana, she named her Nyx Aurora. Her little girl's hair changed from black to blond but her Emerald green eyes stayed the same. Her pointed ears rounded off to look like human ears. Luna kissed her daughter goodbye as the nurse took her and then she ran back to the portal and closed it off to the Windfall Kingdom, for as long as it would stay closed.

Persephone told her and everyone halted upon hearing it, vexed what could happen. “Who are you talking about?” Freya asked sternly. Persephone smirked darkly and told her the name of the person who stole the relic in the first place, “Zadicus Snyder.”

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

Her eyes glimmered with greed and a future with gold and riches. The nymph stopped right before entering the portal. Nyka stared at her for a moment and then said in a menacing voice, “Cross over the portal.” Was the nymph trying to run away? The nymph shook her head. Furious as hell, Nyka shouted again, “Cross over or I am going to come there and kill you.” She had a murderous glint in her eyes. “I can’t,” the nymph replied with pain. Nyka was enraged. “You are trying to run away with my money?” she growled. She started to walk towards the portal. “Don’t come here,” said the nymph. She warned her. But Nyka crossed the portal.

They actually bothered to order me a cake. "Happy birthday Morgana.." They all say in unison and we group hug each other. "I got my wolf.." I tell them squealing in excitement. "You're officially one of us now. All that is left is for you to shift for the first time. The first full moon after your birthday is in two weeks and best believe we'll all be there to support you..." Lexi says with a cute grin. "Thank you guys..." I say with a grateful smile plastered on my face.

Her horns had reshaped. For one terrifying second, she looked like a replica of Lucian’s dragon. Except for the writing on her forehead. Golden markings burned there, bright and living, not black, not corrupted. They curved across her brow like ancient script made of sunlight, marking her as herself. Marking her as Nyra’s dragon. Seraphina, not Lucian. Gold without rot. Power without death. Her Phantom side had taken charge. The battlefield stared. Even Spiro went still. Lucian hovered above, and for the first time since arriving, his dragon recoiled. He had bitten her. He had tried to kill her. And somehow, he had taught her.

“They’re leverage. And witnesses. We’ll extract what they know about the auctioneers.” The doors swung open then. Nyra glided in, red hair flaming under the chandeliers, gown crimson and clinging. Beautiful poison. I hated her with every fiber—scheming bitch who’d been circling Dante and Kade since we were teens, whispering in ears, climbing social ladders with her legs spread when needed. She tolerated Dante’s coldness, adored Kade’s silence, but me? Mutual loathing. She saw the monster clear. Her emerald eyes raked over me, lip curling. “Apologies for my tardiness. I see the psychopath has already started the entertainment.”

Aurora's astonishment turned to fear; the nymph began to climb the tree. The apple-eating girl rolled her eyes. "Ugh, hold this and close your eyes." She held out the apple to Aurora. When the Empress looked at their blankly, the green-eyed girl sighed. "I have got to use magic and humans —she is human, you idiot (this was to the nymph)— humans are not supposed to see us use magic." Aurora took the apple and closed her eyes. A mighty wind rushed around them, and the nymph let out a loud grunt. When she opened her eyes, the nymph lay sprawled on the ground and back in stag form.

I thought to myself. For the rest of the day I had to endure my brother's and father's tantrum and after what we call an unhealthy amount of waiting we finally met Amelia, Nebula tribe's alpha mother. She was wearing a plain bright red skirt which was below her knees, same red blazer and a white top underneath with matching red high heels. As we approached her my father smiled his one of the finest fakes smiles that he usually put on his face on the occasion like this, my brother was trying to be a gentleman which he was.