Space Nymph Novels & Stories

She says. "The pleasure is mine!" Chris responds. "See you later!" She says to Raphael before heading to the door. Both guys watches her retreat in silence. Immediately she shuts the door, Chris turns to Raphael with a mischievous smile on his face. "Sky, this house is filled with temptations!" Chris remarks. "To you. Because those temptation as you call it are my cousins and sister!" Raphael defends. "In the sense of it!" Chris says. "To you, because Alexandra is the only one who knows we aren't blood-related. They all think am their cousin!" Raphael, says. Meanwhile Chris ringtone intrudes. He watches Chris retrieve his phone, cuts the call and turns to his direction.

Veronica nods, but I can tell she’s terrified. I sigh as I watch the three of them work together, packing things for the trip. I am not sure what Blue sprite waterfall will be like, but I hope it’s as beautiful as Kane and Finn Remember. There may be some answers there for me and I hope that Veronica can listen and start to not hate me as she has all our lives as she learns the truth of what a white wolf is. “Alright, lets go,” Kane says and I sigh, walking out of the bathroom, staring at the Moon Goddess picture once more.

“Most of you know me as I have been with you for the past year. But for those who don’t know me, my name is Lyra. I am Damien’s mate, and this is Denise, his sister. He has been incredibly busy, but he extends his wishes and says he will come and see you when he has the time.” I smiled politely, and as I moved a bit more closer to Lyra, the tantalizing scent I smelt before hit me again, this time stronger. It was so strong that it made my wolf stir restlessly within me. I tried to keep her steady as I continued listening to Lyra address the group. “I hope you’ve gotten something to eat and drink,” she asked them, looking around. And they responded in the affirmative. Lyra nodded and smiled.

But the question still echoed in her bones, louder with every breath: What name did you leave behind? The Spiral flared violently, casting arcs of light into the air. Beneath her skin, it fought to seal her memories, to prevent a chain that had once led to apocalypse from restarting. But something deeper within her—older than the Spiral—remembered. A nursery chant, hummed beneath blackened stars. A promise made before flame ever touched her hands. Selena sank to her knees, clutching her head as a thousand memories rushed forth, breaking through like a dam shattering. The name was almost there now, poised at the brink of awakening.

Only those who are ready to sell their soul for discretion are allowed in. At the center of the room, a man with perfect muscles and fat ass moved around the pole with smooth control. His almost naked body spun around the pole as he blended with the slow music. Stygian himself watched the guy as he moved with slow and practiced confidence. Sitting carelessly on the velvet sofa, nothing concerned him with the dude between his legs, sucking his cock. His focus was on the stage because that was where all the pleasure came from. Some of his acquaintances sat on other sofas, close enough to see the stage but far enough to distance themselves from Derek Stygian’s sin, as they usually call it.

But she appeared to be in her early 20's. "Hey. Let me guess, you're hungry? Come on, I'll get you something to eat," she says motioning down the stairs which branched off the side of the room. Well, it wasn't really a room, just a balcony that was large enough to be a room. I saw what appeared to be a lounge room beneath us. "Hey? What about our game?" The guy calls, jabbing a stick towards the girl. "What about it? We both know you're going to win" she grins before leading me down the stairs and into the kitchen. "Oh by the way, my names Carson and the guy kicking my ass up stairs was Sky."

*Mt. Olympus, Greece* "Thank you so much polyagapiménos" Thaelia exclaimed as the nymph finished filing her nails, leaving the moon princess with a perfect manicure. Eliza, the nymph smiled in response and parted with a bow, after taking her basin of filthy water with her. That's the thing with people working under her, they never uttered a single word, which she never understood. Why was it so forbidden for them to talk with her? Just a friendly chat?

"Are you one of the palace maids?" "No!" the nymph growled, feeling offended. "I'm Minthe, daughter of the Underworld river god Cocytus and a beloved of Hades." Persephone immediately felt that she did not like the nymph. Now she was surprised even more to find out that this was Hades' lover. The maiden felt her empty stomach churn. It was like the sting of a thousand bees had pierced her being. Persephone had never known this kind of anguish before, and that confused and enraged her all at once.

Even though we're not related but I feel a very deep connection with him and I don't know why, he once mentioned that I remind him of Sienna. Since I opened my eyes ten years ago and glared at him I felt a connection. He's the only person close to me right now and I'm not losing him even if I have to die doing so but I'm not dying right now, I have a mission to complete. I'm going for them, I'm going to be their worst nightmare. The queen of terror. They call me, Amphitrite the dark angel.

I'm not going to take a drink, I'm not daft, and everyone is standing around, waiting for nothing. Any man in that room could have tried to kill me and now we are all congregating early to debate who had attempted it, the worst game of chicken I've ever played. We might as well let the poisoner into our storage of red honey. The first person to bite is Queen Selene herself. I hate it. She's bold and unwavering, resolute in her actions as she enters her court. Still, in her lovely sweater dress from earlier, she trapezes across the glittering floor, her hair trailing behind her, shoes clacking on the floor.