American Mermaid Novels & Stories

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

“I have a mask. It’s purple.” “Then you need a mask, hair, makeup, shoes...” The senator pulled out her phone and began typing as she said the words. “I don’t need all that,” I quickly interjected. “Just a dress. I can make do with everything else.” The senator slowly lowered her phone and put the full weight of her piercing gaze on me. I suddenly understood why they called her a shark. “Sarah and George’s daughter will not make do,” she informed me. “Not when I have the opportunity to do right by them. Understand?”

if only the gods hadn't ended him. "I just want to see my mother!" I didn't realize that tears had started to flow from my eyes. "You can't see her Medusa." "Why Eurayle! Why! Why can't I see my own mother!" "She doesn't want you see her sick." "She doesn't want any of us to see her.....not even Euryale is allowed near her home, she has an enchantment round it. The only one there is Andromeda." "That bitch! She's the wife of the man that slit my head off! How can you allow her near mother!"

Amir recognized the drawings on Amira's arms and that could only be royalty.She was a royal born, a princess. She was indeed a good prize. Amir and his guards went into the woods and he insisted on Amira's company. When they got to the shores of a river, they stopped to have a bath. Amir wasted no time in ordering his men over the side. Amira was ready, too. When he commanded tersely that she remain guarded, she retreated to the stern and sat obediently upon a rowing bench, in false meek ness.

It was incredible that they were both still sane after what they had been through and it had been no surprise to Norman when they had retreated from the world after the end of the Pack Wars. Norman could see the panic in Jonah’s eyes as he approached the Moon Alter, concerned for his daughter. It had been easy to see that Adelaide was not the same wolf that had won the Pack Wars. She was not an innocent soul that followed the Moon’s everlasting will. She was troubled, immensely so. He had seen the red, lusty eyes of the savage beast she kept at bay. He had witnessed her savagery first-hand but now, now something was different about the woman. Her dominance was even more powerful than before,

a male voice asked. Marina looked in the direction of the voice and she could see a man and a woman standing on top of the brown object, and she could also see they were the ones controlling the object taking out the fish from the ocean. Marina wanted to scold them for their actions, but she submerged instead. One of the lessons she received since she was a little mermaid was that no one from the surface should ever see her, and that was why she refrained herself from scolding the humans, but once she was underwater she made a plan. She swam to the fish, grabbed some of those intertwined seaweeds trapping them and started to pull them with all of her strength. She thought that if she pulled

“Let me introduce to you a mermaid captured from the west coast of the continent!” After the host finished speaking, everyone stood up one after another, wanting a clearer look. They took off the cloth, and there was a mermaid curled up in a transparent glass case—quite similar in appearance to those mermaids in the movies. The mermaid was curled up into a ball, and no one could see her face clearly. A person standing on the side pressed a button. An electric current surged in the small glass case, and the mermaid inside rolled and howled in pain.

He paid the guard and the man collected his pixies. Jenna felt ill. The knot in her stomach was only growing. She watched as more creatures sold. Mack was making a ton of money. More than she ever thought he would, and he planned to sell her for even more. Mack now got to the mermaid, “This here, is a mermaid.” The crowd gasped. “Yes, very rare. Beautiful isn’t she?” The mermaid hissed and the crowd went wild, “Quiet quiet! Yes, she is feisty but beautiful. Mermaids are incredibly hard to catch.” Mack nodded to Nat, and she brought him a glass of water. He dumped it on the mermaid and her tail grew back, “This one has an orange tail, but tails come in all different colors and lengths, they a

He had a scratch down his exposed abdomen as well, the cloth of his flannel shirt shredded. The sight was enough to cause Amerie to burn through the invisible hold on her. Mae kicked the Embertaur again, causing it to stumble back just as Apollo tossed the other Embertaur off his back. The second Embertaur landed to Amerie’s left. She took a step toward the one that had attacked Everett but saw the other getting to its feet out of her peripheral. She threw her left hand out, a blue inferno erupting from her palm and engulfing the beast. She could feel Apollo’s white wolf looking at her, but she did not turn around. A golden gown of flames and embers hugged her. A white cape flowed behind her

Greenish grains of sand-fireflies flashed on the sponges. Erida touched the laces encircling her thighs, and they slid like snakes between her fingers. Pulling on the tip of the tail, the queen exposed her all while itchy flipper-legs, revealing ink-black scales. This cunning outfit, which creates a full-fledged mermaid look, was given to her by her aunt after her niece returned from the depths of Sombra.