Naiad Dryad Novels & Stories

"I don't understand anything you're saying. Forest of the dryads? An ork?" Kenki's face had paled. He exhaled sharply. Keratin felt perspiration pool on his forehead. He swiped a hand down his face that was also pale. "But the dryads-" "Are tree spirits, yes." Kenki also wiped a hand down his face. He too had begun to sweat. In the light shed by the luminescent arrow, Germaine watched as Keratin's face paled even more. "I hear they possess qualities that are-"

Command the Endorian to do my bidding. 'It will be my pleasure, Shedim,' she replied, licking her lips and, with a simple nod of her head at me, the water erupted inside, its alien touch spreading quickly through my body until I thought I would burst. I screamed as it streamed from my eyes, my ears, my nose. I choked on it as it poured into my throat and out of my mouth. It was coming again, and I couldn't stop it. 'The water is everything,' the Naiad said. 'The water is power. The water is your mistress and it will never let go, Endorian. Stand now and do as it commands.'

Oshoshi explained. Randall sighed while stroking his beards, he looked at Dryad who was already sweating out of fear. “Okay. I see. So Dryad.” “Yes my… King!” He answered immediately, Randall nodded. “What do you see?” Randall said talking about his daughter. Dryad swallowed then looked at Wren beautiful tanned face as her green eyes shined so bright reflecting the fire on a touch attached to the wall near her. “She is definitely beautiful just like the women from the Water Nymph Kingdom and strong just like her Father, the King of the Humanes.” He praised, then he squeezed his fist, curled his toes as he took a deep breath.

Uncle nodded at the statement. “If that’s the case, the kind of engkanto that’s showing itself to you is what is called a Dryad. They are the caretakers of nature. These kinds of engkanto live in the forests, but they can go out of those places and move to other locations. These are immortal and powerful. And there are also what are called Hamadryads, this is a form of engkanto. Unlike the Dryads, these aren’t immortal because when you cut down or seal the trees that they live in, they will also expire. But you can’t do this easily since it’s possible to be punished by Dryads when you seal off the trees without getting their permission.”

Rivera's behavior is grating on my last nerve, and this disrespect is pushing the boundaries of what I can endure. Isabella chuckles softly, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Aren't you the formidable Nadia Volkova, the Iron Orchid?" My grip tighten against my core as frustration fills my voice. " Of course I am. It's just almost impossible to believe that the Japanese would threaten me with those lives."

The waterfall was renowned for its healing powers, and Nadlyn had come there to try to break the curse that had burdened her life. Nadlyn gazed straight ahead at the shimmering waterfall. Moonlight at night reflected on the water's surface, creating colorful, dancing sparkles. She extended her hand, her fingers moving slowly through the air, creating movements that followed the rhythm of her heart. The water element within her began to respond to her call, flowing from within her body to her fingertips.

She scrubbed dried divine blood from execution halls, carried barrels of corrupted essence through winding corridors until her shoulders burned, and emptied the ashes of failed experiments into the temple's endless pits, where names, bodies, and memories disappeared together. ​Suddenly, the heavy bucket in her hands became lighter. ​Nysera glanced beside her to find Umbra. The great shadow hound had silently taken hold of the handle in his jaws, walking beside her without a sound and carrying nearly all the weight. ​She couldn't help smiling.

Before she could say anything back to him, someone interrupts them by literally barreling towards she and Adryan stood, she lost her balance and was about to kiss the ground when a pair of arms snake around her waist. "Adryan, you're back, oh, thank God, I was bored to death doing nothing" a female voice says, her arms circling around her neck, hugging him tightly. Adryan had to remove his arms from around Jade's waist, because the woman hugging him and him holding onto Jade put him into an awkward position. "Adeena" he pulls her back from the hug, "I was only gone for a day, two at the most." he replies. Adeena was a woman with a beautiful olive skin tone, with her dark brown hair cascading

Walking slowly to the middle of the pool further away from them. "Let me be for a while." She said dryly. The maids around her watch her as she stood still in the middle of the pool, standing right in front of Fiachra's statue. Looking up to it silently. Morrigan's long raven hair afloat behind her, like a train of black veil resurfacing in the waters. And even with scratches and unwanted marks around her body, one could not help but adore and compare her with the beauty of the deity they are devoted to. Looking at her from afar it seems like it was Fiachra who is gazing at her statue. Walking and gracing the kingdom for another time.

the voice coming from her mind; she has grown familiar with it now, in the past month. She is drenched and so are her eyes but the difference is the water in her eyes is coming from within. this is her fate.