Space Nymph Novels & Stories

Black as midnight. A phantom.

"I was already a grown woman, decades old even and I was tongue-tied... well before he flashed the most devastating smile ever when his eyes landed on my uncle and said, 'Father, you're back', and instantly, I knew why my uncle seemed so distant. He'd made a terrible mistake... or so I'd thought, until I met her. She walked in next and I felt my heart stop when she smiled lovingly at my uncle and he embraced her as well. My uncle had fallen in love, and with not just anyone, he'd fallen for a Nymph. Each court has a Nymph that bore each spirit and kept the balance and flow of each attribute in place. The Water Spirit, The Earth, The Air and The Fire. "He'd fallen for the Nymph that bore the

, she asked curiously. Fiona sighed, “Part of me thinks that it was also because of their Ascendant Gift that they found each other. Do you know of the legend and relationship between Nymphs and the Leviathan?” she asked softly. “No, not particularly”, Bell answered tilting her head curiously. “Okay”, Fiona nodded and helped her when a bottle rolled away; she caught it and handed it back to her. “Maya is one of the Elements of Earth, but an Ascendant of a Nymph, derived from Nereids”, she started.

Like me, she’s icy cold, but it's comforting to hold the hand of someone who is the same as me. I loudly clear my throat. I want to cry, but can’t. The tears won't come. I may be animated, but now that the sun has risen, I am more dead than alive again. I can’t feel the warmth of Bowden’s love down here. I’m filled with nothing but fury and a kind of deep, nagging sorrow that has burrowed into the core of my being. “What happens to the nymph who sacrifices herself?” I ask. “Her soul will be absorbed into the spell,” Lauren explains. “She will put the unmarked mates to rest and give continued life to any new mates.”

Why is my type “men I want to stab and/or make out with” I scowled and crossed my arms tighter, doing my best to keep my thighs from clenching. Meanwhile, my emotional support nymph, Thistleblitz, bless her snarky little soul, was floating above my desk, spinning one of my pens like a dagger while humming off key. Zephyr squinted up at her like she’d insulted his bloodline. “Wait...what the fuck,” he snapped, pointing. “You got a nymph assigned to you?” I blinked. “Yeah?”

I grabbed Alyx’s arm. “Let’s just go. Don’t let this,” I cocked my head to the side and studied the girl. Ha, I almost laughed. She was a Nymph, a freaking Nymph. “Nymph get to you.” “Your right, Jillie. She’s below me. Literally.” Alyx stated. “Yet you fraternize with a human. I think that makes you lower than me,” the salesgirl shot back with that same smile. I pulled on Alyx’s arm to get her to start walking.

She included. The Spider demon swung one of her stinging legs at her. Decca fell on her back in shock clenching her neck. A blue crystal necklace appeared on her hands. Then her beautiful face became an evil cloaked image of her formal self. She levitated into the air in anger and the necklace rose In the air to a place above her head. The blue crystals glowed red instead of it former hue. "How dare you? You know fully well that I need the human blood now you want it for yourself you have selfish fools" she flung her crystal at them in anger.

Sphinx nods seemingly unsure. I glance towards the boys as in giving them the reign to take over, it feels too bothersome for me. “Please remove your hood then we can discuss the matter further.” James says sternly. I glare at him for his tone towards Sphinx, he nods his head in understanding. Sphinx’s head perks up at the mention of his name and begins to remove his hands from his pockets and pulls down his hood slowly. Revealing hi-her?! Sphinx is a girl? Unexpected...

"Let's back things up a bit. Fill in the gaps for me. Let's start with who and what you are." "I'm Naia." She ran her hands across her body. "This is what I am. I am a nymph." "A nymph?" The gears in his brain spun. He had only heard the word used in nymphomaniac. "Can you elaborate?" "I am a water spirit." She stirred the water with one finger, summoning a floating sphere. "My spring was dammed up over a century ago. Luckily, the water was diverted through the fountain in the yard, and eventually pipes were installed to allow spring water to come up through the pipes to this tub so that I could come inside."

Silver Dawn. The sixth Circle in the seven-Circle structure that organized our world, sorted us by ability, by gift, by what the bloodline carried down through generations whether anyone asked it to or not. The Circles were not a hierarchy, not the way outsiders sometimes assumed when they heard the numbering. They were a taxonomy. Here is what you can do. Here is where you belong. Here is how you serve. The sorting happened young, around the first shift, when the body declared itself and the Circle elders came to look and wrote down what they saw.