Nymph Mythical Creature Novels & Stories

Zephyra told her, knowing that the head witch had given her daughter a similar warning to the one Zephyra’s parents had given her. “You know I am an adult. Mom can’t keep treating me like I’m sixteen,” Jess complained. “It’s not even fair! Why do you get to go out with them, but I have to go home? Especially since, you know,” she said, waving her hand in small circles for emphasis. Zephyra knew exactly what she meant. The nymph’s dirty little secret. Besides their attunement to nature and long life span, nymphs were some of the weakest of all the known aberrations.

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.

A woman leaned close to them, smiling softly as she smoothed my son’s hair. The boy was Eren, the child I had nearly given up half my life force to bring into the world. The woman was not me. I was Persephone, goddess of spring, queen of the Underworld, and Hades’s wife under every sacred law. Not long after, Nympha posted her own update on the social feed. In the illustration, my mother’s pomegranate brooch lay beside a small charm of laurel and asphodel, clumsily woven by a child’s hands. Beneath it, she wrote:

"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.

“Lia, for instance, is an ambassador’s daughter and grew up here in the palace.” “I like her. She’s sweet. Aren’t Hannah and Opal humans?” “Lia is sweet but no, Hannah is a nymph and Opal is a witch.” “Man, I’m ashamed. I’m terrible at telling all of these different races apart.” “You’ll pick up the nuances soon enough. It’s unlikely you would’ve come across many nymphs in our realm. They’re rather skittish and when in our realm, stay exclusively at the palace.” Note to self: I’m not in Kansas anymore. Just because it has human characteristics, doesn’t make it human.

They sure do make these nymphs to live up to their names and I have a feeling this one was even more of a lure than her ancestor had been seeing as she's a mix of every damn thing that's made to be alluring. That lady I believe, had been pure nymph, whereas she, was a mix of nymph, human and something much stronger. Faerie. It's a rare mix to be sure, but stranger things have happened. I wonder what freaky human had fucked a fae in the past to bring her about. She made a tinkling sound bringing my attention back to her and I sped over to the water's edge and watched her, mesmerized by her movements in the water as she dove deep only to surface seconds later. She seems more alive in the water

“Nymphs do; I don’t. I’m not a nymph, even though I’m tall for a fairy—I owe that to my father.” I know all this; I was just making her irritated. Nymphs are almost the size of an average human, around 1.70 in height. Fairy females are smaller—taller than dwarves but the size of a child entering youth, about 1.50—unlike the males, who are tall. The hybrid is taller than fairies.

She must have walked from his condo as opposed to her usual popping appearance, which meant her mind had to be heavy with her conversation with Kendalais. "Not what, but rather who. The naiads of the creek helped rescue you." Tryna stared down at the murky green waters of Manatee Creek. "When you tossed the Guardian Sword into this water, the separation of the bond of magic could be felt everywhere. Every creature of the Seelie knew that a Warrior had rejected his calling. The naiads waited here to assist you when you rescinded that decision." "Naiads?" "Water nymphs. They keep to streams, lakes, small rivers, or creeks, helping to protect the life within just as sylvans and dryads protect t

He even bid me a million dollars but I turned down his offer only because I did not feel anything for him. For my current position now, feelings and emotions should be the least of my concern but I am Femella Alcantara, the queen of all the "nymphs" as they all call us. Just like how the great Zeus desire these Greek creatures, so does these men below me will do anything, bet anything to get a taste of us as if we are just products in a market on sale.

Small fiery creatures zip through the air leaving a trail of sparkles behind them as they fly. "There is nothing as beautiful as this in my realm," I acknowledge as my eyes follow the little creatures in the skies. "What are those?" I ask as I point to the sparkling lights fluttering in the sky. "Those are nymphs," Adelle says with her nose wrinkled. "They like to cause trouble." "They are beautiful," I say in awe. "I suppose they are," Adelle says as if she is seeing her own world through different eyes. "I should get you back to your room."