Aphmau Mermaid Tales Novels & Stories

She instructed and I nodded I tiptoed back into the hut, grabbed my clothes which were already packed up since I was going to my 'husband's' home, then tiptoed out again and after giving mama one last hug and kiss, I darted off into the direction she pointed. I kept on running without stopping until I reached the Zambezi river. By then, the sun was almost out. I looked behind me and luckily there was no one coming after me. My throat felt dry and so my legs instinctively carried me towards the river but before I could get any closer, " splash!" I heard a splashing sound that startled me. 'Oh no it's a mermaid!' I thought and knowing full well that mermaids were evil creatures and killed peop

He pricked his finger with a silver needle and dropped a drop of blood on the bronze mirror, which immediately showed a faint golden light. "This is the blood of the mermaid," Nuri said. "I thank you on behalf of the Rodriguez family." I remember reading about it. Mermaid blood has a magical ability to predict, heal, and control people's minds. In addition, the Mermaid's tears are more precious things. Mermaids are creatures that don't cry. When a merman feels extremely sad, he weeps. Their tears are magic pearls. Unfortunately, the book does not mention the use of these pearls, because mermaids are almost extinct, and they have lost the ability to cry.

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

haha We have come close to the three mermaids. The bald one has a wound in the chest and the other is holding a spear made of rusted iron with a tentacle-like head. The water was mixed with blood and suddenly I was nervous because aren't sharks sensitive to blood? What if the MEG is here? That might just turn us into a toothpick. The two mermaids looked at us and suddenly their mouths opened without a sound. They seem to be talking but we can't hear anything!

“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.

For me, it's almost time to go to bed. Yawning I reach the end of the Fiona Piers and start to climb the rocky shoreline to a small cove where our ship is docked. Being apart of a pirate crew means we can't dock at piers; not unless we want to be hung or we are raiding an entire town. Reaching the top of the rocky cliffs I walk for another mile before reaching the small cove. The landscape around me is a dense forest with huge elk herds hiding behind the trees. The only clue that they are even there are their calls to their members of the hood. I pause and watch a mother with two freshly born fawns play with each other. I laugh when the fawns run into each other and they both fall to the gro

I could taste his satisfaction like rot. The High Elder, a woman named Morven whose voice could flay skin, lifted the silver bowl. Inside, the Ritual of Truth swirled: water from the Moonwell, nightshade, and my own blood drawn at dawn. One sip and every lie would sear my throat like molten iron. One lie and I would choke on my own heart before I hit the ground. “Alpha Talim of Whiterod,” Morven intoned, “you are accused of defiling sacred law. Of taking an omega to your bed while bound to a Luna. Of betraying the goddess herself. Step forward and drink.”

"Only for you." I slid the envelope into my bag, a wicked little grin tugging at my lips. Yeah. I was going to enjoy this one. And he would too. I’d always devoured the fantasy—the ones with breathless surrender, power plays that left you aching, craving, undone. But this? This wasn’t a story I dog-eared and tucked away. This was real. Tangible. The way Cameron looked at me like I was his favorite chapter. The way he touched me like he’d written every filthy scene himself.

Merida suggested a hotel for the night, and we went to her Ma first thing in the morning. The kids were all excited as we checked into the hotel that was once a castle. “Merida. There was an older man here a few weeks ago. He left something in his room with your name on it. I knew you would come in, eventually. So I kept hold of it as I didn’t fancy dropping it off. Your Da’s on quite the rampage.” The receptionist tells Merida as she pulls out a small present with her name on it. She flips the card over and reads it aloud. “I visited an old friend while you were busy that night. Evangeline knows what it is. Frederick.” Merida opens the gift and pulls out a small vial containing some clear f

13-15 Mermaid....15-20 River Nymph...21-22 River nymph only had a couple pages, same as Leviathan. I had heard of that before, and it made me uneasy to think as little was known about river nymphs as a leviathan. I opened the pages, flipping through them. I could see hand drawings of several types of beasts, some fish shaped, some with tentacles and multiple heads. I was surprised when I got to page twenty-one and saw no drawings.