Nymphs Novels & Stories

he began, instantly throwing confusion at me. “What?” I turned back to face him, I needed to give him all my attention so that I didn’t miss anything. “The moon goddess” he chuckled “She is the creator of our kind. Creating each wolf in pairs, both destined for a strong connection with each other. Like a soul mate but we like to call them mates” Was he insinuating that I was destined to be with another werewolf? That I don’t have a choice in who I will spend the rest of my life with?

The siren blood I had ingested years ago had done its job. Woodland nymphs were practically cousins to sirens. They shared enough that my resistance to the siren compulsion helped me keep control mentally even though my body was turning on me. The feeling of fingers running down my arm made me turn to the shortest of the three nymphs. Her belly was large, with purple and black veins covering the skin. She was pregnant, whoever their last male victim was had done his job, and now the others wanted a turn. She sent me a wicked smile, licking her lips in a way that made me think she wanted to actually eat me and not just play with

Small fiery creatures zip through the air leaving a trail of sparkles behind them as they fly. "There is nothing as beautiful as this in my realm," I acknowledge as my eyes follow the little creatures in the skies. "What are those?" I ask as I point to the sparkling lights fluttering in the sky. "Those are nymphs," Adelle says with her nose wrinkled. "They like to cause trouble." "They are beautiful," I say in awe. "I suppose they are," Adelle says as if she is seeing her own world through different eyes. "I should get you back to your room."

They were standing in the windows as one big group, waiting for her to leave the office building. They joked that a witch flies on an electric broomstick, a jet mop, and eventually rides an old, disintegrating duckweed. After stormy debates, they came to the controversial conclusion that the editorial witch drives a dozen years old, decaying junk, devoid of soul and character.

He licked lips, 'You'll gonna be so fucking delicious,' Daeira's eyes widened when she heard his voice clearly inside her head. *** SHE's alone in the huge room after she had been bathed by those creatures she can't identify since they weren't in the database of the Nazi. According to her observation, they resembled so much to a nymph. What took care of her were seem like water nymphs according to the shade of their skin, bluish and their eyes had no whites in it but all shades of shiny purple. When they blinked, it was as if they were tantalizing one to submit whatever their request as proven on how she did at their bidding when they took off her clothes and

I replied. Midnight in the human world. Tiara p.o.v I refused to sleep because I don't want Albert to show up again, it's time for the seventh prey again. And I won't have mercy on Romeo today, I must not exceed seven months in the human world, but Romeo wants me to, tonight I would change to a wolf, tear him apart and turn to a vampiress to suck his blood. I took my car key and left for his house. Romeo p.o.v

"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.