Nymph Stories Novels & Stories

Hades had said almost the same thing half a year ago. Back then, he told me Nympha had been struck by a withering curse. The healers said she had only one year before her body faded. She had never known the warmth of family, he said, and wanted to feel it once before death took her. “Persephone,” he said then, “we have eternity. She is dying. Can you not spare her this?” So I gave in once, because I still believed my family would know where to stop. After that, they gave away pieces of my life one by one. My ceremonial robes, my garden walks, my evenings with Eren, and finally even my mother’s brooch were offered to Nympha as if they were small comforts I should surrender without complaint.

Creed explained what sprites are, which I found out the tiny little not-a-fairy-man was indeed a sprite and does not speak our words. It was a relief to tell Creed that story. He wasn’t much of a fan of those little creatures, anyway. We passed by several ponds, where I found water nymphs that tried to jump out of the water and play with my hair. One growl from Creed and they all jumped back in, screaming.

"Wait until Nixie hears about this!" I whipped my head back around and glared at the elder fairy who had amused tears rolling down her face. "You keep your mouth shut about the mate thing, Aisling! You have enough dusty skeletons in your closet to worry about!" "Boy, I don't know what you're smoking. I don't know anything about any mate. I was talking about the teenagers taking pictures of Fiona and calling her the Serpent of Seneca. Nixie is going to get a kick out of this!" She finished her glass of wine as soon as she caught her breath. Crazy old coot.

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.

"Though now I wonder if you're actually as young as I thought." The nymph looked up at me with a bright grin and then giggled. "Mama used to have lots of children here, but the humans cut them all down. We thought we would die too, but we're still alive," she replied to me. She then looked out to the little island on the lake. "Big sis is here," she then said, standing up and lowering her form into a curtsey. My violet gaze followed the nymph's own, though I couldn't see anything or anyone. I expected they were hidden still or blending into the surroundings. I was anxious and one last time, I tried to reach out to Rakesh but it was no use.

I said and Sierra gave me a look and made a gagging motion. “Depending on what type of nymph she is, yes. The shared power isn’t what he thinks. All nymphs are associated with fertility, the benefit would be to the pack or in your case the clowder where she resides and is linked to,” she said. “Fertility as in growing things?” I asked her. “Yes, Oceanids are sea nymphs which would aid her people in fishing and sailing, make it more successful,” she said. “How do I know what type of nymph I am?” she asked.

“If others around us failed to see the truth behind uniting for common goal we the Nymphs will not. So we trained, cared for each other, waited for billions of years hoping it will one day break open but fortunately it never did, as time passes our unity deteriorated and our sole purpose was notably forgotten. Firstly the new descendants of the Grotto Nymphs who knew not how strong our unity represented left us and dwelled in caves later known to be their intrinsic homes and sadly the two remaining connected Nymphs got separated all because one of us loved an outsider…” We may fail if things don’t get better as it is. It might be too late when we know our troubles and problems here are insig

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 ones are Life Bringers – They are able to bring the dead back if the soul didn’t depart the body or if the soul was not destroyed i

"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 anything.

Nymphs are the names of fairies, mermaids, fairies, and other mythological spirits. "This is where we will part ways. I can't accompany you inside. That's the portal to the innermost paradise. Just walk straight down this path. Be careful and good luck at rehearsing. Don't disappoint the people of the Avalor" said the headmistress we just nodded and went there in the portal.