Nymph Synonym Novels & Stories

'No, I do not' The nymph that he had in his arms during their first embrace, the one that bared her neck fully for him and wished their fall from the sky to last an eternity, that nymph was no more. While the significance of a nymph baring her neck to someone had nothing to do with survival, it had everything to do with the power of will, and surrender. It all came down to one thing and one thing alone. The nymph's sacred blood when they were in their human forms. To taste a nymph's blood was to have an ultimate power to order her, it was a lot like knowing a medium's name.

"Beloved, stop. You have more power than Matei ever did. He couldn't heal anyone. I've never seen that before. You are so much more than I have ever seen before." I looked into his blue-grey eyes. He was so sincere. I could feel tears of frustration welling in my eyes, but I blinked them away. "Cherry told me no one here is human. So what are you?" "I'm part nymph." "Nymph? Like a wood nymph?" He laughed. "Not exactly. I think my descendants were stone nymphs." "So, do you have any special powers?" He shrugged. "I'm a little empathic. So I know how much that ankle is hurting you and how hungry you are."

Everything dies, even us, our lifespan was just a lot longer. “We should go to the nymphs first.” Ari pointed to another spot on the map, pulling me from my thoughts. “They can camouflage us.” “The nymphs are over two weeks away; the Elves are closer. We should speak to them first!” Gia argued with Ari. There are many types of nymphs, forest, mountain, jungle, and desert. They are shape shifters and can camouflage to match their home regions. They have tattoos to go with their region. Forest nymphs, for example, have leaf tattoos that line their arms and legs. Jungle nymphs have vines or snake tattoos on their arms and legs and so on.

“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.

I could almost see the stream of water sloshing beneath their skin. Soph snorts. "Werewolves and water nymphs. A match made in hell." "Water nymphs," I echo. "Yes. Belonging to the family of sea shifters. They're right up there with sirens, mermans, kelpies and the rest. Nasty creatures, if you ask me." I sit, settling into the high-backed chair with the intention of observing other groups scattered around, but a ping sounds--and it's like a shock wave, soon countless ping notifications go off.

said Chelsea quietly " Poaching . " said Ron simply " The forest hold more than just monsters mind you - there are tree nymphs , water nymphs and fairies even little pixies can be found in there. Some try to make them their familiar against their will , while some simply like having another beautiful woman next to them in their bed even if she is not exactly human . Don't forget magical nymphs have powerful magic of their own , I bet they want to give birth to a child that will be born with a powerful mana "

This bit of information just makes me dislike him more. “I don’t really think you would be human,” Alexander adds, “Humans don’t normally come into the Lunar woods, and certainly not as far as to fall into the Genecy river that much upriver.” “Do you think I’m a shifter too then?” I ask, hope ringing in my voice. Alexander shrugs, “Perhaps. Or you could be another type of supernatural. Perhaps a nymph.” “A Nymph?” “Yeah, they are river spirits who live high up in the mountains,” Alexander smiles, “You actually look like a nymph. You have moonlight in your eyes.”

“What are you?” Zephyra dreaded answering the question, but she answered anyway. “A nymph, nephelai to be exact.” A smirk appeared on his face. “A nymph, huh?” He made a small chuckle that was a purely male sound. And there it is, Zephyra thought. Most men heard the word nymph and thought immediately of the flighty, flirty nymphs who gave birth to the term “nymphomaniac.” Zephyra gave him a good hard glare. “Yeah, and?” she said back, challenging him to say something stupid.

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!"

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