Beached Mermaid Novels & Stories

"What the hell is this?" In the photo, a black burlap sack had been cut halfway open, revealing a corpse swollen and deformed from the seawater. The face was blurred out, but the exposed skin was a ghastly, bloated white. The limbs were stiff and twisted at unnatural angles. A white bridal gown clung to the body, its hem rotted beyond recognition, though the tiny gemstones still caught the light of the camera with a cold glint.

On the lawn, the cool night breeze blew, bright lights shone. Lyra held the book in her hand, turned a page, and spoke in a gentle, tranquil voice: "A long time ago, there was a poor old fisherman with a wife and three children. He was in the habit of casting only four nets a day, no more no less. One day at noon, he came to the seaside, took off his coat, cast the first net, and wanted to wait for it to sink to the seabed before starting to pull it in. Strangely, no matter how he pulled, he couldn't haul it up......" ............

Yet, I still refused to let go. A flicker of panic finally crossed George's face. He scowled, telling me to stop pretending. Just then, a speedboat appeared behind him. The people on the boat ignored the still-hesitating George and worked together to pull me aboard. The moment I was lifted out of the water, my body finally relaxed. My calf twitched uncontrollably. I looked up at the coach helping me and was momentarily stunned. It was the manager of Mason's diving club, John Hart.

Two large men clutched their bleeding arms, shouting curses in panic. ‘How did those videos even get online?’ My hands trembled as I clicked open the comment section. "What the hell is this? Did I just see a mermaid, or am I crazy?" "Nah, you're not crazy. That's definitely two psycho mermaids attacking people! Someone call the cops or whoever handles mythical sea creatures!" "What is this? A movie? Or did mermaids attack our city?"

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.

Neither Lucian nor the mermaid planned on giving up. Lucian's grip was slipping from the railings and on cue, there was another impact on the other side of the boat cause the mermaid holding him to lose her grip on him and fall back into the water. This time as Lucian was trying to pull himself up, it was Llewellyn that fell overboard. "Man overboard!" His men yelled. Llewellyn was still afloat in the water and began to swim until a blonde mermaid had dragged him deeper below sea level making him no longer visible.

I’ve got to find a way to escape. The other mermaids and I have been packed into the back of a utility van so we can be transported, and unfortunately the only thing I can see is the view out the rear window. Our hands are tied and the doors are locked, so I’m forced to watch the Nightshade territory disappear into the distance as we move further and further away. Some of the other girls are whispering behind me, a few are crying, sending pearls clattering along the bottom of the uncomfortable vehicle. “Is it true?” One of the younger mermaids asks softly.

said the mermaid queen, "We need to go there and retrieve the crown of the alpha king. Only with its power will you be able to bring down the Congress. "How do we get there?" I asked her. "We need to merge. Only a few creatures can get to the bottom of the ocean where the ocean king's corpse lay," she said. "And why is that?" I asked her. "That area is covered in pressures that only powerful people can survive," she said. "As it stands, I'm the only mermaid who can go there and come back alive. Others won't even be able to get through the force field that repels the weak. And if eventually, they get in, they'll be crumpled by pressure till you can't make anything out of their corpse."

But at least this time, the weather wasn't as hot as before As I concentrated on looking for the end of the pathway, I saw something moving on the water from the corner of my eye. I stopped on my track and squinted my eyes, trying to see what kind of creature it was. Then I saw something jump out of the water and go under again. A dolphin? Only dolphins jumped out of the water, right? I was thinking about it when suddenly I saw two human hands emerging from the water and reaching for one of the large rocks. Seconds later, a human head emerged, followed by the human body, and finally.. a fishtail. It’s a mermaid!

Miles away, on a luxury yacht— A man in a floral shirt stared at the feed, now washed into blue static. He blinked, then whistled low. “Well, someone’s got attitude.” He replayed the captured second of footage. Freeze frame. Blood-red sunset. A woman, hands crimson, standing among jagged rocks as a whale pod vanished in mist. Violence and mercy. Death and rebirth. “Mermaid?” He lowered his sunglasses, revealing amused, peach-blossom eyes. “No. That’s a siren.”