Mythical Creature Nymph Novels & Stories

He was going to thrash anything that was caught in his path today, he wanted blood and he did not care if it came from a nosy wandering nymph. As he ran at top speed following the scent, he was shocked as he met the bleeding nymph lay almost dead only twitching. The nymph was a pale male, slender and almost feminine looking the only thing that made him male was the almost clawed off male reproductive organ which was leaking blue blood. The nymph had his outfit clawed into shreds. And the head was bashed in, the sight was gory.

"I know why he would want me. But why would he want you?" Ellie hummed, a slight tremor appearing in her hands. Fear flared in her eyes only for a moment before it was gone. At that moment, she looked older than twenty-two. Reminding me of how Sol looked days after her mother's wake. "Water nymphs are healers by nature and have universal organs," she started. "Which means they can be used for fae, shifters, humans, even vampires." The silence between us hung thick and heavy.

"Do all tree nymphs look like this? I've always imagined them to be small fairy-like creatures with green skin and twigs sticking out of their bodies." "Oh, they are kinds like that, with leaves sticking out of their branches as well. Some are wooden, most with vines, leaves or normal green hair. Many are beautiful with a normal body but there must be twigs or something sticking out of them, I am the only one born with this feature." She squealed. "You get bullied?"

Maybell Smith Mythicals- A rare bloodline that people inherit from God, Dalion, that he personally blessed with the ancient dragon spirit. It is given to those who have been close enough to touch the white veil. Although this information is well known, mythicals are still a mystery to the rest of civilization, if encountered, don’t stare into its gaze.

“What are you?” Zephyra dreaded answering the question, but she answered anyway. “A nymph, nephelai to be exact.” A smirk appeared on his face. “A nymph, huh?” He made a small chuckle that was a purely male sound. And there it is, Zephyra thought. Most men heard the word nymph and thought immediately of the flighty, flirty nymphs who gave birth to the term “nymphomaniac.” Zephyra gave him a good hard glare. “Yeah, and?” she said back, challenging him to say something stupid.

It felt a perfect fit and he had slept every night holding her in that position, nestled together. Felix also taught Athena further on Roman and Greek mythology, including pointing out the different types of nymphs that were sneakily hidden in and amongst the mosaics depicting friendly woodland scenes. These were beings who lived to tease and manipulate humans and gods, sometimes falling in love with them, sometimes chasing them to the ends of the earth to capture the man they wanted.

She had no family, a nymph that was nature’s child, she lived in Paradise along with the other nymphs and the woman she had supported in their rightful revolution against men. Arethusa was the queen of the nymphs, while Cetus and Nereus were creatures of too much esteem for a nymph, no matter how high her prestige could reach, a simple nymph would not get to know the essence of the elements. Only mediums. Cetus and Nereus were both devastated, the force of their devastation was only matched by Arethusa’s own.

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

“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

"He makes my heart come alive, Uncle. I think I'd like to have him." "What?! Come on, Volker. I mean, you know that never happened, right?" \Morai really couldn't believe her nephew's words. He was pacing back and forth with his head filled with words. Nymphs are aquatic creatures whose lives depend on the water itself. Usually, they dedicate their lives to guarding the waters; lakes, rivers, seas, or waterfalls, as well as springs. "Volker, I beg you to consider your wishes. I'm not sure if your father will agree," Morai complained.