Nymph Novels & Stories

Enough of the long story,my name is Natasha Gabriel, I'm 18 and very pretty with a body to die for. Back to the situation on ground,I dragged the only belonging I have managed to get although my 18 years on earth. I dragged them through the lone road leading to my work place,a restaurant where I worked as a waitress. I just hope Miss Lauretta let me pass the night.Today is gonna be a long night.... . .

She later discovered it wasn't protected a fae guard because there was no need - water nymphs lived inside the caves and those who dare to enter the caves would be enraptured by the nymph's enchanted voices, never to return to the land of the living. Nari was highly aware that she didn't have enough knowledge and power to kill a nymph so she used a glamour spell, adopting the look and sound of a water nymph before entering the caves. And from there, she quickly raided the tomb nearest to the entrances. If she wasn't in a mausoleum and surrounded by pin-drop silence,

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.

Deliberately, carefully, with skill and sustained effort. And underneath it, held so tightly it was barely present, held the way you held something at the bottom of a current with both hands and all your weight, something else entirely. Something that smelled of open ground after rain and running cold water and the particular clean-iron scent that belonged to a bloodline with significant age in it. Not warm-blooded. Not the human register. Something older than both, something that had been here before the categories existed and had continued regardless. I pulled back and looked at her face.

Of all the beauty, hers was the most divine. Her purple eyes gleamed with her grey armor as she rose from the ashes, did her purple gaze shine with her tears or her enemy’s blood? They were afraid to call her by her name……. Athena. I am Athena Raven Lark, and this is my Story.

“Valen, no! It’s freezing!” “You’re a Nero!” he says, pulling me another step into the water. “Warm the water around you!” “Valen!” I protest, but a smile pulls on my lips and I scramble to kick my boots off. They land in the sand with a soft plunk. Realizing he isn’t going to let me go, I crouch before leaping into the air and wrapping my thighs around his hips, clinging to him, trying to climb higher and avoid the freezing water. “You cheat!” he yells. His hands come to my hips, holding onto me tightly, but he keeps walking back into the water, sending splashes over me. I scream, but the water isn’t freezing anymore. It glows as it ripples around us, turning Neron blue.

“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,

Others were now taking pictures, and some were even encouraging Ayesha to show more of her power. "Come on, pretty girl. Can you blow fire, too?" "I am not a dragon, you cutie!" Ayesha even responded. "You are not a dragon. Then what are you?" A woman holding a bottle of whiskey asked. She was staggering while staying still beside a drunk man. "I am a nymph. I can only float and make you all fall asleep and forget that tonight this stuff happens!" "Oh! Really!" The rest applaud.

I preferred Alpha, but the wolves absolutely refuse to call me that anymore. The fae took to calling me Warlord Johnathan, the vampires stick to my first name, and the nymphs haven’t shown themselves since that night Gertie healed Mara. They are here though. I can feel them flitting in and out, traveling through their water portals to get to the men in town. Unlike the Lunae, they’re not here to breed with the wolves. Nymphs are immortal, exclusively female, and infertile. They reproduce, I just have no idea how. It’s a secret they won’t share with anyone.

I whispered to him. "I think it's the Nymphs," he whispered back. "I think they can read our thoughts." The Nymphs giggled and played, their laughter like music. "I love them!" I exclaimed. And then, in tiny voices, they responded in unison, "We love you too!"