Nymph Novels & Stories

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.

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 one

If the universe was not going to mourn this unfortunate destiny that her child was going through this time around, she wanted to shut the universe out from the sight of Paradise. Naiades was the only nymph to dive through the sea after the harvest, while Anna and Meliae stayed still until the very last nymph had disappeared for the night. "Are you ready, Anna?" "As ready as I will ever be." "Remember what I told you, you have the aptitude to become an earth nymph, it takes one to know one. This will not hurt if you do not allow it to." "Yes, Meli." "Do not yes Meli me! I am not the heiress nor the

My primitive nose picks up a wide array of scents; of food, of perfume and of people. "A second shot!" Marina says with a wide grin. "All the shots today are on me." Cheers go up from around our table again and a waiting nymph quickly refills our glasses. She is an Asterai, a nymph spirit of stars and constellations as her skin clearly displays. I grab my shot from her tray with a smile. "Ohh I can barely wait for it to be filled." Marina says with a tinkling laughter. She down the shot of vodken immediately it is filled.

"You look like a nymph under the moon and dangling from a tree." "Nah, nymphs get laid more than I do." He wasn't going near that comment. "Know a lot about nymphs, do you?" "Can't say I know any, but lore describes them as intensely sexual creatures who prefer nature and have an irresistible allure." He wondered if she realized she'd just described herself. And, of course, she'd know something about mythical beings. Any topic at all, really. She had an intelligence about her that was neither condescending nor flaunting. A subtle quality that allowed her to carry on a conversation about nearly any

I ask ready to murder if he has always had this skill. "From the nymphs." He takes a sip and taking one look at my clueless face he explains. "They are female deities associated with nature and the one who gave me these was a dryad, a forest nymph. They live up in the trees and are extremely timid so they do not usually come out freely in public." "So they are like fairies?" I imagine a small girl in green with beautiful wings shyly pass Will the drinks and instantly fly off as he says his thanks.

said the great sage. "To which beings are you referring, great sage?" asked Lyra. "To the sacred nymphs, magical beings that wander through the forest keeping everything in balance with nature. Maybe that's why she attacked the warriors," said the great sage. "It can't be. I've heard of them before, and I know their power can be immense, so I'll be careful, and above all, my blow will be accurate, straight to the head if necessary," said Lyra, who wanted to go where the nymph was.

"Water nymphs. They keep to streams, lakes, small rivers, or creeks, helping to protect the life within just as sylvans and dryads protect the trees and forests." "I've never seen them." Rhychard still sat, but now his eyes were on the water. Nymphs lived in his creek. That was both scary and intoxicating all at the same time. "You quite possibly never will. As with many in the faerie world, the naiads have not yet decided what to make of you." Rhychard said nothing. The truth was, he didn't know what to make of them, either. "Kree told me about your attempt at Harvest Fellowship last night," Tryna said.

She pointed in the direction of Nisha. And then I looked back at Rosa. “She? She is just a sex slave.” “We both know that you somehow felt she was different. Well, that’s because both your wolves are suited for each other. She completes you, and you complete her.” Rosa said, with a smile, and we both glanced at Nisha, who was looking at us, cluelessly. “Alpha! Alpha!” Neon’s voice, jolted me back to reality. “What’s wrong?” I asked as I got down from my bed.

Typical! The deal was that the nymphs would only have sex with those that hadn’t found their mates or had lost their mates because of death. They use a special magic that brings out the desired person of the unmated so the nymph would have their face and body but only to the one who is with them. To anyone looking in, the nymph wouldn’t have changed.