Aesthetic Mermaid Novels & Stories

"We need them gone." She nods in understanding. "Gails and Devon are coming with Travis and this," She pauses and flashes me a devilish smile, "is Radiance." Damn, she noticed the way I looked at her. Radiance is beautiful. Absolutely beautiful. Her hair is long and flowing; a fierce color of orange/red. Her tail matches her hair perfectly. A bright orange tail with the tips of her fins are a beautiful ruby red. She has big, round, emerald green eyes surrounded by thick eye lashes. She shyly smiles a small smile to me and then darts her eyes down. Clearly humbled to be in my presence. "Thank you for assisting us today Radiance. I apologize for it being so early in the morning." I respectfull

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

It matches the slim-fit, sleeveless dress, dominated by white satin with bright blue scales, a mermaid-like look. "Wow, it's very bright," I praised. "Of course, Miss Misya!" Miss Li nimbly picked up the applicator and began coloring my lips. The 30s woman, who always wore her hair in a bun, combined a pale base color with shades of dusk orange. "I purposely didn't apply heavy makeup to you. Since you've just experienced something extraordinary, I want you to be reborn with a radiant glow. Mermaid makeup is the perfect fit!" she exclaimed excitedly, her narrow eyes bulging.

Smoke coiled from them, black and alive, tasting of sulfur and burnt myrrh. “Adrewine…” Merenrys whispered again, her voice breaking into a tremor. But the creature that rose before her was no child. She stood now as a woman. Terribly beautiful. Her once-small body had blossomed into a form sculpted in temptation and terror. Her imbs long and graceful, skin a shade too pale, as if carved from moonlight itself. Her hair spilled down in dark blue waves and her eyes swirled with concentric storms of black and cobalt, twin abysses that saw through mercy itself.

They were the weakest of the shifters, having to return to the water every night as their body forces them to shift into their mermaid form. I already knew what Marques wanted. A small girl had been picked up by my scouts about a week ago. She hadn’t shifted yet, so her mermaid wasn’t fully present, meaning she could stay out of water. A mermaid born on land would be human until they first shifted, a merperson born in water would be born as mermaid, unable to shift into their human form until their sixteenth birthday. I could tell the girl was a mermaid just by the color of her skin. Merpeople were the only ones born with sharp bright green slanted eyes. Taking in Marques similarities to the

They were tempting him to run his fingers through them, feeling their softness against his fingers. The droplets of water that rolled down from her collarbones before disappearing in the bathrobe was calling upon him to just yank that flimsy cloth away and admire her wheat coloured skin. Those innocent eyes that widened upon realizing his presence in the room. He wanted to watch them as he thrusts deep into her and those pink lips screamed an invitation to him. An invitation to suck and nibble them until they were swollen. His little brother stood at attention, excited from fantasizing about his little woman.

With my eyes closed, I enjoyed the sweet sensation every thrust brought with it. She reached over my head and pulled it down until my lips were on her neck. Expecting to inhale her sweet scent but instead, I caught the stomach twisting whiff of a dead fish. Thinking the smell must be from the river I moved on to lick her skin, it felt scale-like and it had a strong saltwater taste. My heart dived into my stomach and I opened my eyes to discover that I was fucking a green-hair mermaid.

For years, she was known to be the campus' hot topic. Sera Merka purposely invited Hawthorne to her pool party in a view of a fact that she plans to let her mates toy with her. That will put Astrid Hawthorne into shame. Eyes were following her actions, she caught everyone's attention seeing that her dark-red two-piece bikini suits her pale and flawless skin along with her nice well-curved body, her long raven-liked hair was down her waist and its highlights were adding beauty to it and it was dancing with the cold night's wind.

Instead they’re purely intended to make me as desirable as possible to the shifters at the auction. The servants do not speak as they bathe me, filling a huge ornate tub with perfumed water and rose petals, then adding soaps that froth and foam at the surface. I can see the women attending me are mermaids from the brands on their ankles, but they are not as beautiful as the other girls in the brothel.

I was a runaway mermaid princess. To break the curse on a pirate captain's two sons, I sacrificed my radiant tail and the voice I treasured above all to a witch. I was left crippled and confined to a wheelchair, and whenever I opened my mouth, my voice came out in an ugly, breathy rasp. But they swore that one of them would marry me and the other would guard me for the rest of my life. Then, during a clash at sea, they rescued a human woman and kept her aboard as a maid. From that day on, everything changed. They were both addicted to the maid's body and could not tear themselves away from her. The younger one said, "You're so beautiful. Far more beautiful than Heloise, that fish with no leg