Nymph-princess Novels & Stories

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

Prince Robin only laughed and pulled the smaller boy into a headlock while the latter tried to pull away but was quickly overpowered. She watched the reaction of others, to see that they were not surprised or bothered by what was going on. They seemed to get over it quickly. Why was she the only one who was stunned by how casually a Prince was acting? (•) It was a few hours later that they arrived at the Crystal Caves. They stayed at a distance away from the water and waited. Nymphs were vengeful and trickish creatures that hated the main supernaturals. Janessa was a water nymph, and her kind lived in the Crystal Caves.

Where Cassandra thrives on spectacle, Velarissa rules through dread. Nymira, Fae Princess of Thistlevale — Ethereal laughter, like crystal chimes caught on a spring breeze, drifts in Nymira’s wake. No one can predict whether that laughter heralds delight or disaster; she braids emotions the way other women braid hair, spinning longing, envy, or unreasoning joy at a whim. Courtiers who meet her emerald gaze often walk away uncertain where their own desires end and hers begin.

Cafer, who had been consumed with his own conflicting thoughts, paid attention just in time to warn him, "Your Highness, get back!" Alaron leapt backwards as the still water rose from the river to form a watery being. The water nymph's hair cascaded around her translucent face as she peered out at the prince, who stood frozen in place. The nymph leaned in to examine him closely. "I had heard talk of a human boy wandering about," the nymph said in the ancient tongue. "But I had to see it for myself." While Alaron only heard gurgling sounds, Cafer could understand her clearly.

Something made me come back to my chamber, and the presence of Nyxora has made me forget what it was. She stormed towards me, infuriated. “Nyxora?” “Did you just address me by my name?” She asked in disbelief, and I sighed. She was Nightbane’s wife. I shouldn’t have called her by her name, but it was something I was going to do again. “Let me remind you if you have forgotten.” She said, bridging the gap between us and pinning me with her dreadful eyes. “I am Nyxora. The Fox Princess. Wife to the king of all wolves, King Nightbane.” She enunciated each word, as if carving them in my brain.

Scarler throws me a pleading look as if I could fix the situation, and since I don't want to see her disappointed, I decide to help as best I can. --- Hey flea why all this freshness? We are males we eat everything without frills-- I say the last sentence looking suggestively at my princess who turns so red she looks like she's having a heart attack Trying to divert the conversation the same line --- Dear Deniel, first of all his name isn't flea-like it's PRINCE, secondly I think it's better for you to continue without giving an opinion because if not I might throw you out the window-- she stops for a minute to think and completes-- no through the window no, I don't even have the strength fo

Nothing much had changed, except the broader avenues, the palm trees planted around the walkways etc. The fool sitting beside me leaned forward and draped his hand over my shoulder. "Princess, you should be grateful that we're taking you back to your father's house. You've been wasting away living among humans.” His voice had a mocking softness in it, too silky, too velvety for me to take him seriously. “Please get off me.” I said coldly. “Your pits stink.” "Whore," he uttered under his breath. "Why, that's rich coming from a murderer. Newsflash, I'd rather be with humans than among Lycans like you.”

I watched in awe as the years trickled down into the vessel, its tears glittered and twinkled – like fairy dust was infused with it. "—but my king, she can't touch the tears of the nymph. She is a human." I picked up the voice of the witch speaking to Zahir, but by then it was already too late, I had collected the vial from the nymph already. I was scared as the vial laid in my hands, wrapped in my fidgeting fingers. I waited one, two, three seconds. Nothing happened – I suppose. I was alright, thankfully. I turned to face the nymph, "Thank you so much for your help, we are immensely grateful." I said and just like that, all the nymphs disappeared within a snap of the finger.

Seeing her tiny figure soaking in her own blood, my legs failed to help my knees to keep me standing, and I fell down once again, crying and shaking. “Freya…” I called, jerking her body. Although it’s so dumb of me to think she’ll survive having Logan’s sharp and narrow claws digging in her, I couldn’t care any less. I was hoping for a miracle I knew even the Goddess wouldn’t be able to make. “Freya!” my calm and low voice abruptly turned fumed and frustrated. “She’s dead, Kylie,” my wolf confirmed with a whimper. “You’re not a healer, so you can’t do anything to bring her back to life. But you can avenge whoever took her life.”

"You borrowed my style." "Excuse me?" She removed her sunglasses. "This is my turf." Oh. Okay. "I didn't get the memo," I said, raising a brow. "You got a patent on white boots and genderfluid glammery?" She smiled. "You're spunky. I like it. But behave yourself, Snow Princess." I winked at her. "I dance like I tread. Unstable and fierce." She snorted. "Touché." And then she turned away, her perfume behind her like judgment and roses.