Arctic Mermaids Novels & Stories

he sat beside her on the bed and she snuggled closer, “can you stop crying already? It breaks my heart to see you like this” Aurora sniffed, “they have lied to me all these years Malcolm, I read it in Rosa’s diary. I am not their biological child” her voice trailed off again as another set of tears escaped her eyes, ir was too much information to digest in a day, “everyone in the house knows and I am the only one who has been in the dark, why didn’t I read the signs and adjust accordingly”

Timmy’s invisible imagined how the real Timmy felt as he woke up that fateful night atop the watery altar, seeing the names of past initiates in red ink, appearing and disappearing on the top surface. As the intensity of the sparks increased, one by one, seven beautiful mermaids appeared around the watery altar. They stood close to the horns, and held their hands together around the altar. They soon started mumbling inaudible incantations, while concentrating their gaze on the watery altar at the same time. Up till this very moment, I wondered how they managed to stand on their tail fins as their jet black hair shone on their naked bodies, from their waist up. Suddenly, the seven mermaids be

Amaria said, Dove scowled at her and said, “ Oh! watch your tongue, human, you think I want to help, I'm only helping you because you are somehow the niece of the great Alpha King Theon if you die, we all die. Alpha Esmeralda is going to kill me, she respects Alpha King Theon, they all respect him.” Amaria scoffed and said, “ I'm not a human, I'm a werewolf” as she sat under a huge tree, “ A Werewolf with no Werewolf gene is better known as a mere human. You can't transform, no magic and you've passed puberty. You're a complete joke. ” Dove smirked. Amaria's face went cold, she disappeared from where she sat while Dove blabbed and appeared behind Dove, wrapped her arm around Dove's neck and

KIMORA Kimora; they called it,the mere mention of it struck fear in whoever knew what it stood for. Believed to have been created by the elders who practiced and mastered the dark arts, voodoo some called it. The thing about dark arts is the need to have a strong intellect to be able to control it lest it consumes you whole. Many have tried and perished hence it was banned. Legends has it that five elders practiced the dark arts in secret driven by the desire they could be able to control it. They did accomplish this task but at the cost of the other commitments they had, for it required maximum devotion.

Ginger stared back with a pointed swish of her head toward the refrigerator. “Betcha didn’t know sailors thought that manatees were mermaids,” Michael whispered loud enough for even Ginger to hear. A beak-shaking, neck-undulating laugh caused the flamingo to fall off the one leg she’d been standing on. “You don’t say.” Angel knocked the rim of Michael’s cap down so he wouldn’t see her glare out the window. Of course she knew that myth. Mers still laughed them-selves silly over that bit of Human ignorance. Nothing against manatees, but when Mers could shift into sleek, graceful, fast-moving dolphins, why-in-the-sea would

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

He blinked them away, continuing his rant when Nathaniel remained silent. "And please tell me the truth... You can't be Nathaniel Hemlock; he is just a legend from my town; there isn't even proof that he existed, just pirate texts, but they also claimed that mermaids were real, and we all know that's fake!" The silence was weighty as Nathaniel considered his response, leaning back to watch the flicker of the candle. It would have been understandable for one to think he would not reply at all.

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

she asked curiously as she latched onto the elder’s arm before they all gathered under the makeshift roof they had made from leaves, twigs and a couple length of twine from the Huntress. “There are more out into the world, young one.” The Huntress told the younger with a smile. “And I can’t name them all.” She said much to younger’s disappointment, though she could sense that the younger probably believed about the puckwedgie but had decided not let it ruin her mood. “And what are the ones you could recall?” Tivona asked, “Can you please just give me just one? Please?” she pleaded. “As you wish,” she conceeded to the younger’s wishes much to Aedre’s annoyance. “They say that mermaids exists.