Naiad Dryad Novels & Stories

She tried to bolt, but Morpheus blocked her path. “When you did the texts before, was it like this? What the hell is going on?!” “I… I don’t know.” Aithne’s lips trembled. She collapsed to the floor in a heap. “Noxivira, is it really you? Are you just playing a joke on me…” Morpheus looked utterly broken. He clutched my hand and wailed. “How could she be dead? It was just medicine texts. Aithne went through them loads of times and nothing ever happened…”

“ Of course, the kraken is real. What are you talking about?” He raises his hand in mock surrender “ Well, I didn’t know that. But, since you’re telling me about it now, I’m all ears.” “ The kraken releases poisonous gas like most carnivorous trees, to kill insects that attack it. This gas, cyanide is released when the insects are about to feed. But, strangely, the kraken does not harm ants. It lets it feed on it and in return, the ants fight other insects that try to attack the tree. Isn’t that fascinating?”

The rock has an uneven shape with a flat top and can accommodate three naiads, including Kaia. His long mane fluttered softly in the wind. Volker, who at that time was peeking through the gaps in the trees, felt abysmal; his stomach tingled as if his heart was beating, and his blood pumped faster. "What?!" snapped Volker. Mera rolled her eyes playfully. It can be seen that the master is in love with this naiad creature. Even though Cibera said that Kaia was a good person, she was still a water creature that was rumored to be ferocious.

He said and disappeared immediately, leaving me hanging in the air. The woman lifted her hand and vines the color of her skin gripped my wrists and and ankles,holding me firmly before i fell. I gasped and gave her a bewildered look. Light brown eyes met mine and amusement sparked in them. "We. Dryad. Saw you. Come. Barrier. Visit again." She said unintelligibly but I could understand her. Before I could nod,she moved her hand again and the vines propelled me forward and upwards. I went flying in the air. I screamed as the wind blew my unevenly cut hair in my face and away from it. I sucked in too much air but was too terrified to cough. I was high above the forest and the trees looked like g

"No! she has white hair and a pretty face, a white tail with scales that sparkle like pearls. Not scary at all!" "It must be Neraidas!" said King Leonard. "Neraidas?" "Yes! Neraidas is an immortal being that can change form. Sometimes it has white legs and wings, sometimes with a tail like a fish swimming in the water. Neraidas is the guardian creature of the land of the gods, namely Lithonia." "I just found out there is a creature like that!" said David. "So, there is Neraidas, huh?" Matthew, who had read the Neraidas story in books, could not believe that the creature actually existed.

But before the moment could unfold further, Niklaus wrapped his arms around me from behind, breaking the spell. "I have a gift for you, Queen Raven," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "After seeing your Luminari pair, I thought of their cousins, the Naiads – water Nymphs, also the last of their kind." Whisper and Finn fluttered in, anxious to see them. As Aethon opened the box, Whisper and Finn hovered beside me, excitement radiating from their tiny forms. Inside the box were five tiny Naiads, cowered with fear etched on their delicate faces – until they spotted Whisper on my shoulder, smiling warmly at them. Instantly, they flew to me, enveloping me in a lush, sensual embrace, their lu

I asked as my head and heart began to whirl. The Doctors face became serious. He cleared his throat. “This needs to be tested. Full Dryads are very rare today and can only be located in the oldest of forests if at all. They bond with the trees, literally. As we can shift into the wolf, they can merge their bodies with the trees. If the tree is killed, so is the Dryad. They are very much one with nature. They protect the forests in which they live. The results of the humans decimating the natural forests is the Dryad, as far as we can tell, have virtually become extinct. They are nurturers and procreators, if we found them, they would probably be willing to comply with helping us. But….”

Elowen stood before her like a goddess born from the earth itself. The dryad was tall and impossibly graceful, her skin a warm, living bark that shifted between deep emerald and soft gold. Long hair made of flowering vines cascaded down her back, blooming with luminous white flowers that opened and closed in time with her breathing. Her eyes glowed soft gold, and between her thighs hung a thick, ridged cock made entirely of smooth, throbbing wood wrapped in velvety petals. She smiled, slow and tender, as she trailed clawed fingers down Lila’s heaving chest.

She sighed and sank back into her chair. There were lines of strain around Aideen's eyes and lips. Her shoulders drooped, hunching inward, and there was a tremor in her right hand. It made me wonder how long she'd been separated from her tree. Dryads lived in trees; great big ones that were hollow on the inside. They had a sort of symbiotic relationship with their home; their magic fed the tree while the tree helped to sustain them. It was a constant exchange of energy and the further away a dryad was from her tree, the less energy could be exchanged. Both could die if they were separated long enough. "How long have you been away from home?" I asked her.

She shook every part of her body as her hands gripped the bars, “I’ve been telling everyone. I see what I need to do but I can’t see it fully. It comes in waves and blurs and when they talk to me I can misunderstand them but I keep trying. I know I’ve been wrong before but eventually I will get it right. Right now, I know this is when I’m needed. I have to stay with her. She needs me by her side. Please, it is time you need to let me out.” “You see where you need to be?” I thought back to everything and for a moment I didn’t dare think it was possible. “You’re-” “She’s a dryad,” Odda called from down the hall. “Dryad?” I cocked my head to the side, “That’s ridiculous. A changeling dryad?” He