The Nymph Novels & Stories

The thought alone fuelled my jealous nature. “Dude, she’s my Luna” he yelled as if the louder his voice was the better effect and higher the chances where of his words sinking in. I looked back at him decipherably. He sees Nina as his Luna? How? Yes, she has that caring nature about her but a turned wolf can’t physically have a full breaded wolf bowing to them it just wasn’t in the full born wolf’s nature. “I don’t” I began to make him aware of my confusion in hearing his confession.

Nigel fumed. With a dissatisfied expression, the nymph turned her gaze to Nigel. "I won't engage with lesser beings. You are filth," she retorted. "Humans are the reason my species is on the verge of extinction. Thank your stars that I choose not to skin you alive and serve your bones to the Mad Alpha." As Nigel advanced toward the Nymph, Miranda grabbed his arm to stop him. "Easy. Remember why we're here." Nigel released his breath, deflating his puffed up chest as he followed behind the nymph.

, 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.

said Chelsea staring at the water nymphs a sudden sharpness in her voice " We don't child " said the green hair water nymph , who was surveying her with a curious gaze and Chelsea finally understood why all the fairies, pixies and nymphs erupted out of their hiding places to watch her , she thought they were just curious as a human came into this clearing after so long but turns out they knew about what happened to this world after her death .

“Go away, Ava. I don’t want to argue with your brother about how to treat you right. He doesn’t even know your capabilities.” “Wilder, please…” she said, wrapping her arms around his neck. Hera Ava leaned closer to him. That is her full name. But people like to call her Ava or Hera. Whatever they like. Just like her brother Hades Avery. A gasp caught their attention. Their eyes landed on the girl who entered the room. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushed. “What the hell, nerd? Don’t you even know how to knock?” Wilder removed the arm that was wrapped around him. He kept looking at Fertine.

"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.

"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."

Elegant and harmless. "Yes, but we come from different nymphid clans," the yellow-haired nymph answered. "What do you mean by nymphid clans?" She asked before she could stop herself. "There are different clans of nymphs, I am Freida by name and I am a forest nymph," the green-haired nymph introduced herself. The others followed suit. "I am Monique by name and I am a mountain nymph," the brown-haired lady said. "Bethel and I am a water nymph," the blue-haired one offered.

“What are you?” Zephyra dreaded answering the question, but she answered anyway. “A nymph, nephelai to be exact.” A smirk appeared on his face. “A nymph, huh?” He made a small chuckle that was a purely male sound. And there it is, Zephyra thought. Most men heard the word nymph and thought immediately of the flighty, flirty nymphs who gave birth to the term “nymphomaniac.” Zephyra gave him a good hard glare. “Yeah, and?” she said back, challenging him to say something stupid.

Titania screeches, and quickly grips her hands behind her back to stop me from seeing her fingernails growing out in sharp, long, razors. When nymphs are provoked to anger, they drop their masks. The beautiful woman distorts and she shows her true self. Grey, dishevelled, knotted and dry hair, sightless eyes, long pointy nose, very thin lips. Her perfect pearly whites sharpen, filling her mouth with pointy teeth that can tear through muscle and point as easily as any wolf can. The nymphs hate it when that happens. They can't stand their own, true forms. “He won’t kill me,” Lyric says with the kind of confidence I don’t feel. “At least not right away. He can’t