Beautiful Evil Mermaid Novels & Stories

Jax asked when he finally entered the room. We both took turns giving Jax the rundown of our meeting. He like me was just as surprised at the variety of supernatural species that lived within Dublin. Half of them I never even knew were real, like the Merrow. Merrows are what the normies call a mermaid, except in cartoons they depict them as beautiful and innocent little women with a love for collecting shiny things. Well, Ariel aint got shit on a real Merrow, that’s for sure. Merrows are beautiful both in the sea and on dry land but they are also known for being quite vicious when they feel cornered or when someone tries to stake claim to something that is theirs.

An electric current surged in the small glass case, and the mermaid inside rolled and howled in pain. The mermaid’s brown-red curly hair floated in the water. Her skin was like crystal clear white jade, her face was as delicate as a porcelain doll, and her scales were a mysterious blue-purple of the ocean. “Oh dear, I can't let them torture such a cute woman like this. Seeing her is like a gift from God.” “Her face is simply perfect.” “I want to keep her in my fish pond and make her my precious collection!” “Hahaha, I want to use her to feed my fish!”

Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble. She opened her eyes, and Diana couldn't fight that little gasp from escaping her. Her eyes were glowing. A magical, ethereal blue. She was actually alive. Sentient. She'd half-thought that she was a sort of statue. A doll. "Blessed be the moon," Ares uttered from right next to her, his powerful voice startling her. She'd almost forgotten that he was there, with her. "Blessed be the moon," the beautiful deity answered, her glowing gaze lowering to the silvery table in front of her, where a deck of tarot cards was laid out. Not sparing them a single glance.

Even my nails are covered in them—along with skin and fur from tearing the limbs of that fake alpha. Huh, no wonder the kid is scared. “B-Belle, That’s you, r-right?” Trembling voice comes from the little girl when she looks at me with big doe eyes full of tears. Belle. The name seems to trigger an emotion at the pits of my soul. It rattled me and made me take a step back. What is happening to me? Why is a simple name causing a tornado of emotions in my stomach? Is this girl a witch? I have to get rid of her!

Then came the sound of heels clicking against the floor. Looking up toward the staircase, everyone saw a woman in a striking red body hug gown descending. Emily Havard was beautiful, no doubt about it. She moved with confidence, a practiced catwalk that turned heads. But she wasn’t Alexander’s type. Even he didn’t fully know what his type was. He felt nothing as she approached the table. She reminded him of all the women from his past, manipulative, wearing fake smiles, proud, and easy to see through. Yet something else entirely caught Alexander’s sharp attention.

Once the image of the wolf formed completely, Alpha Zane's eyes suddenly closed, and he fell to the floor. Kane came forward, but the priestess raised her hand to stop him. The ritual wasn't complete yet. She closed her eyes and continued with her chants, the fire growing bigger and bigger. Suddenly, the wolf turned away from Zane's unconscious body, and it bounded off at top speed. The priestess finally let her hands down, and the fire died slowly too. She opened her eyes, now blank and without the colored part. Kane watched, his eyes thin. The priestess closed her eyes again, and took in a deep breath. When she opened her eyes again, she was back to normal.

But my excitement quickly dimmed; they were nothing like I thought they would be. There were two kinds of mermaids: the stunningly beautiful women with long, colorful hair, alluring voices, bare strutting breasts, and incredible tails. Every sailor's dream, I thought at first, until I learned they were the wicked once. They didn’t use their looks to lure men to them here; they used them to display ranks beneath the sea. The more beautiful and sexier one was, it meant the more they had killed. They sucked shifter’s youth out of them and drank their blood, and the prettier they got, the more addicted they became.

I hadn't even known till she mentioned that the lady hanging beside Killian was a mermaid. "How come she has a leg?" I asked. "Special class mermaids can switch between their tails or legs," the priestess answered, waving her hand at the bubbles that glued the lady beside Killian to the wall. The bubbles burst and the lady broke free, almost falling with her face to the floor when Killian swiftly caught her in his arm. I felt a tinge of jealousness at the way he had moved to catch her like it was a reflex. "So, what do you think, Ami? Do we fight or go home?" The priestess asked Amiel.

she whispered in Johann's ear, exhaling the stench of blood and fish. The shepherd's lips tingled, and there was a salty taste on the tip of his tongue. The mermaid suddenly stopped to seem like a terrible monster and turned into an attractive woman with a fish tail, whose scales sparkled with liquid silver. “Want to stroke?” the sorceress pulled him to her. Black curls fell on Johannes' chest looking like thin snakes that left wet marks on his shirt. With trembling fingers, the young man touched the mermaid's thigh, felt the velvety scales and heard a low female moan.

It felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. I blinked a couple of times to remove the dry, burning sensation that had formed. "I can't really answer that, you'd have to ask a Witch or Warlock," I needed to speak to Vivienne about this. The full moon was near and I needed to prepare for it the best way that I could. "Merfolk transform into their natural form if they aren't already. They basically crave the flesh and blood of sailors," so if I were a Mermaid I would want to eat a human. Vera and Elliot are humans. Annalise is a human. They weren't sailors but I couldn't imagine eating them. Had my mother ever eaten a human before? My head was spinning and my stomach was churni