Nymphs Novels & Stories

"I guess, I'm leaving. I am going to see Katie" They embraced. Kay said "Call me" "I will" he replied finally leaving. ° ° ° Below the city lights to the dark cronies and gatherings of unidentified refuse and sewages, there were disturbing conjuring of unusual slimy yet bloodied creatures clinging together. This strange creatures could pass pass for reptiles such as snakes though they appeared white with coats of blood red. Joined together, they transformed to a beautiful light skinned damsel fully naked in all her glory. She saw the moon through a tiny hole just above her wavy hair. She smiled as she seemed to sniff the stinking air.

He shouted without knowing what to do to get the Nymph's attention. The waters stayed calm for a moment and when Edwin was losing all hope a ripple formed a few feet in front of him. A female Nymph appeared, her skin dark as the waters, with scales on his lower body, instead of legs she had a fin, long and strong just as the whales, her eyes blue like the sky and her hair purplish and blueish with shells and starfish on her head. 'Who calls for the Ancient Power of the Lake Samuodra?" She asked, her voice a beautiful melody that tried to enchant Edwin.

Her heart pounded. The creatures were nothing like the beasts she had encountered before. Their limbs were too long. Their bodies twisted unnaturally beneath pale, stretched skin. And those eyes... Cloudy. Milky white. Sightless, orb-like eyes that had lived for centuries in the lightless depths of the Abyss. They couldn't see her. They sensed her. One of them sprang toward her, guided by the faint heat of her pulse. Nysera raised her hand instinctively. “Fire!”

"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.

“ Of course, the kraken is real. What are you talking about?” He raises his hand in mock surrender “ Well, I didn’t know that. But, since you’re telling me about it now, I’m all ears.” “ The kraken releases poisonous gas like most carnivorous trees, to kill insects that attack it. This gas, cyanide is released when the insects are about to feed. But, strangely, the kraken does not harm ants. It lets it feed on it and in return, the ants fight other insects that try to attack the tree. Isn’t that fascinating?”

“More like what. She was a nymph.” “A real nymph?” Griffin asks. “I thought they were extinct.” So did I. Hunters exterminated them like vermin. Nymphs were nature spirits. They weren't fighters, and they had no defence against the hunters. “Just about," Deimos answers. "Lynette was one of the last.” “And you killed her,” I say, feeling the little sympathy I had for the wolf evaporate like mist in the hot sun. “How?” “A Jade dagger usually does the trick.”

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.

Theresa walked along the bush path and down towards the stream where the wood nymphs had their daily bath. She saw two barely-clad nymphs being wooed by a muscular satyr holding a flute and she called out in a cheerful greeting, "Morning, forest nymphs." The nymphs were beautiful creatures who lived in the forest. They were rather renowned for their melodious voices which inevitable pulled lustful satyrs to them. Unlike their distant cousins who inhabited other parts such as the water, caves etc., the forest nymphs were frequently see

“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 don’t need some haggard old wolf, an exiled nymph and whatever the fuck your son is to fight Bryce. I'll tell you what I won’t do though… I won’t use your son’s blood in my magic to summon some kind of demon. I can all but guarantee Bryce will do that. I’ve already had to kill a banshee this month.” “M- mebbe we jest leave,” the old-timer says. “No, you will stay,” I tell him and turn to the nymph. “I have to ask, when you fucked him and got pregnant by him… did he offer better prospects? Nymphs usually have their pick.” “He offered better promises,” Eudora grumbles. “And then… then there was a shift in the balance.” Nymphs a