Arctic Mermaids Novels & Stories

Mari asked as she used her magic to unlock the door. "No aunty." Ariel answered. "What did you find out?" They went inside and Mari went to sit on her study table, Ariel was standing next to her. "Nothing, what about you?" "I met my Mate." "Tell me you are joking." "I am not, I will see him tomorrow. He is handsome and a wolf." "A wolf? Lucky for you Ariel." Mari said. "Make sure you bring him here to introduce me to him." "Will do." Ariel said. "Actually there is something else, someone saw through my disguise and described my hair Aunty. I was shocked."

Yet with Nicholas’s encouragement and Elva’s excitement, I peeked open my eye to see. The view stole my breath away. Beyond the tarmac and the runway, was the bluest crystal waters I had ever seen in my life. Gentle waves seemed to sparkle under the light of the late afternoon. “So much water!” Elva said. “That’s our southern ocean,” Nicholas explained. “That’s where the merfolk live.”

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!

he said and got up at once to run toward the river. Snow and we followed him at once. Something had been discovered. “What's the matter?” asked Snow. “Ara couldn't say anything until the right species told you the truth, or so he told me, but now he can tell us what's really going on,” said George. “Who is Ara?” asked Snow and I smiled. “She's my mate; she's a siren and she's an amazing woman; I know my mom will love her,” he said with a smile. He looked happy, so when we got to the river, he just put his hand in the water and Ara, a mermaid with pale skin and blonde hair, came out of the water.

Mermaids are required to register with pack councils and formally request asylum before entering a territory, but many like the Nightshade pack have restricted the number accepted with an annual quota. When Mom and I reached the border we met a group of mermaids from other prisons, who explained that there was an entry ban in place. We could not risk going elsewhere, we were still on Bloodstone lands and the next territory was hundreds of miles away. Together we snuck into Asterion, disguising ourselves with hair dye and pheromone sprays that would make us smell like shifters. We found a small community of registered and unregistered mermaids who taught us about life among the Nightshades.

The crisp pearl driblets of moist from the enormous veined leaves gradually fall to the damp ground and blood-curdling scarlet red crawling creatures are enjoying the humidity. The mermaids are slowly lifting their curvaceous bodies from the river displaying their metallic rainbow scales that brightly captures by the golden sunbeam. Cold creeps from their porcelain skin as they are gossipping about one of their sisters who will be punished by Lord Martin, the arrogant werewolf leader of the Tikaluna tribe.

It felt like standing at the edge of a frozen lake. Beautiful and Terrifying. One wrong step, and everything could shatter. “Don’t hope too much, Toby,” I whispered into the darkness. My heart ignored me. It already has.

"They have the Great Archive. They know things about our biology that even Silas Vane didn't. They’re going to try to turn us against each other, Elara. They'll use the Fire to melt the Ice." "Let them try," Elara said. "They don't know what it’s like to be a pack that chose each other. They only know the blood they were born with." The Approach to Bergen On the fourth day, the jagged, snow-capped fjords of Norway appeared on the horizon. The sky was a bruised charcoal gray, and the water was filled with "Ghost-Ice"—large, translucent bergs that seemed to move against the current. "Rhys, report," Elara said, stepping onto the bridge.

He was convinced he would die that night. His feet got tangled in his net. The strong waves made it impossible for Carl to free himself, and he drifted, battered by the waves, losing control. In his resignation, Carl saw something glowing swimming toward him. It weaved gracefully under the water, with a blueish glow, looking beautiful. When it got closer, the creature's hand reached for Carl, but it wasn't like a human hand. Between its fingers were delicate webs, and its nails were long, like claws that seemed capable of tearing through anything. It cut the net, rope entangled around his leg.

“Oh! Try to trust us, please! We are not their spies. We have been banished from our pack by Alpha Gabriel. That is why we have now decided to be members of your pack, Alpha Amelia. The Dark Moon Pack is the only abode for us in our current scenario.” Ivan cried out.