Ocean Nymph Novels & Stories

"The Ocean Heart is the most precious jewel the sea possesses, it can only be found in the belly of the crystal Octopus, they are hidden in plain sight, hardly ever seen by any Mer, you shall find one, kill it and bring me the Ocean Heart." "No one has seen a crystal Octopus in a thousand years." Tide frowned. "Even if I did find a single one it would be impossible to kill the creature." He felt as if Naga was putting him up for failure. Was it truly impossible for his Lover to awaken? No, he mustn't be thinking such thoughts at this time. Naga smiled and shook his head at the young Tide. He admired his strength and the limit he would go to test them. "I will show you a way to the underwater

"Tritons, faeries, orcs... I can’t see the others from here." Tritons were the male counterparts of the sea nymphs, while fae were the magical beings that sparkled when they let out their auras and powers. Orcs, on the other hand, were big creatures that only knew how to gurgle and growl. It was probably their language. "I want to fucking do what you did to get water, but if I do, these fuckers here will come and lick me up." He chuckled. It would be a funny sight, but I couldn’t see the humor in it.

Fleeing the battlegrounds, and in a solemn homage to the Ocean goddess, they willingly yielded their terrestrial limbs to the Ocean's tender embrace, receiving, in return, the enchanting bequest of aquatic tails and scales. Now, these ethereal beings dwell in the subaqueous sanctuaries of the Ocean's abyss, their magical abilities, akin to witches. They wield their mystical prowess exclusively over the element of water. Beneath the waves, they conjure spells that dance like liquid poetry, harnessing the deep currents of their aquatic realm. The illustrious ruler of the Merpeople bears the distinguished title of, "Ocean Sovereign or Queen," a name befitting her majestic command over the ocean

Master made sure I was well versed in literature, poetry, music, arts and dance. Master kept me indoors until I was thirteen years old, before he began hosting concerts and big dinner parties where he charged royals and demanded gold coins and expensive jewellery for them to catch a glimpse of me. I was not allowed to converse with any person and to be honest, I do not believe that I can because when I enter a place, everyone hushes and mumbles my name of Aphrodite. That is the name my master has given me, Aphrodite. One of my teacher's told me about Aphrodite and how she was the Greek Goddess of love and beauty. My teacher went on to tell me, I got the name Aphrodite because my beauty surpa

Nix said to the baby once the portal closed. The Ocean God: He hadn’t been on land since the time he had to search for his mate, only to find her dead body holding their little princess Oceanna. Now he has been on the surface more then once, in order to find the book that would save his daughter. He will not let her die, he promised his mate that he would love and protect her, and he would not break that promise. He swam towards the mediterranean sea, he had been searching several different places in hopes of finding the book he needed. Everywhere he searched had come up with nothing; where he was going now had to be the place where the book is buried.

What twisted, unhallowed forces would consume the ocean’s heart? The implications spread like cracks in glass. The ocean fed land. Its rhythm fed sky. If the sea was poisoned, the whole world would follow. Ronan turned his face upward, muscles burning. His body protested each movement, as if the water itself resisted him, clinging, desperate not to let him leave. His strokes churned against turbulence that pulled and shoved at once. But he fought. He would not drown in despair. He was Ocean Witch. Guardian of tide and abyss. And he would not falter.

Moon noticed her nervousness and spoke. Moon: You can only pass if I let you. Now tell me, what's your name? Ocean: Ocean, my name is Ocean Knight. Moon: Another Knight. You ain't look all nerdy and bratty like the other three. Ocean: They are my cousins. Moon: look at me then answer me. I don't like being avoided. She looked at Moon. Moon looked straight in her beautiful blue eyes. She also looked straight in his eyes. She felt something familiar in those green orbs. Moon smiled and got out of her way.

The way she ate, drank and belched…she must’ve been really hungry from work. I smiled as I thought to myself, feeling the small portrait in my chest pocket. Going south of Port Harcourt to the Atlantic Ocean and further to the point where no land was visible, a strange wind began to blow. As the strange wind blew, a ripple appeared in that ‘particular spot’ on the Atlantic Ocean. The ripple kept appearing and disappearing, until she appeared – the goddess of prosperity. The marine sphere was located two hundred and eighty metres below sea level. It was gigantic and existed only to the goddess, her ‘pet,’ her ‘marine aides’ and the invisible doubles of Ebie initiates.

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. A nymph could possess a single tree or an entire ocean and all had different names and powers. Athena soaked up this information happily, he had a kind way of explaining these new things to her although he could not help but raise an eyebrow and let a hand slide against her waist during his little lecture causing her to laugh and break away with a blush. The activity they both enjoyed the most was getting out onto horseback, Felix had arranged for them to stay at a villa outside of central Naples where stable

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.”