Beautiful Evil Mermaid Novels & Stories

I’ve seen stories about mermaids getting rescued by a prince, of course, they were cursed by an evil witch or person, but they were saved by a prince in a fairytale. However, for me, I am the evil witch in this story, I came for revenge and not for romance, romance was only an additional benefit I got, a bonus book or ingredient. I didn’t long for it, although a part of me wondered what would happen if things were a little easier, I admit that having the feelings of love was nothing but a burden for a mermaid like me, whose whole purpose is to get even, to make humans suffer the way my people did.

She had never seen anything so strange—so beautiful—in her life. The creature—or woman, or both—stood waist-deep in the icy current, singing a melody that didn’t belong to the world Serena knew. It wasn’t just sound; it was a spell, a presence that reached into the bones, soft and ancient. It felt like sorrow and seduction wrapped into one, like the river itself had come alive to sing of forgotten lives. Serena didn’t even realize she was leaning forward, captivated, until the mermaid turned her head and looked directly at her.

Ander scoffed. “I don't know what's going on down south, but they obviously didn't give them full lessons,” Ander said and picked up the book. “Mermaids are bewitched creatures, once beautiful fish women, but they were cursed to eternal hunger and not being able to be satiated. They keep their song, so they lure unbound men to eat them and they gladly go because they can't tell the difference between the illusion.” Ander's explanation made sense. “How do I know what you say is true?” asked Caleb with a frown.

Nearby, there was a statue of his wife, Doris, representing the gentle beauty and grace of the sea nymphs. As Madissa and Nerissa approached the priestess in the temple, they were enveloped by an undeniable sense of serenity and reverence. The priestess, a mermaid of advanced age, possessed a mane of hair that had once shimmered with a deep, cobalt blue hue. Over time, strands of silver had interwoven themselves among the vibrant strands, creating a striking contrast that spoke of the wisdom accumulated throughout her years.

The nakedness was giving Evely cringes but here she is running around as if she is all dressed up. Evely was amazed at how perfectly curved she was.. her breast.. everything was in shape . Not to mention her flawless, Milky, Smooth skin. "[Are all mermaid this beautiful]".. Evely thought inside. "Yes we are.. and you, you are so gorgeous."... Anahita answered. "I'm sure I didn't say that out loud. You read my mind you Little mermaid!".. Evely screamed. "[This means it was never a myth that mermaid can read minds]".. Evely thought.

Before he could completely grasp the memory, he was sitting back in the car with Alizeh, who was shaking him violently. He looked into her worried eyes and came fully to his senses. “I am here Alizeh, but we need to finish this as quickly as we can and get moving. One of Genève’s magic men has somehow established a connection between us. I don’t think he is fully aware of it yet, but when he is, the war of the worlds will begin.” Alizeh could not believe her ears. First, they had to fight a coven of demon minions, and then they would have to win a war with an evil queen who was bent on killing everyone who did not yield to her.

From there the mermaids eagerly retrieved their prey and carted him to the sandbar to feed on his fear. "By the time this is over, those pirates are going to beg to be arrested," Devrim realized. He had been under the merfolk's spell. It was not fun. The Emperor finished his task and cleared out the rest of the pirates. His small but tenacious crew had taken out hundreds of pirates already without any loss on their part. That feat in itself seemed impossible. 'Well, we do have some magical help. That has to count for something,' Devrim corrected himself.

Morris attempted to throw a crumpled cupcake paper cup from the ones we ate earlier, but it only got blown by the wind. "Another insult!" She yelled. "Sierpenti lives in the ocean. Like I said, he has a tail, fins, and gills that make him move faster than any other being in the water. Well, after all, he is a God." "So . . . He's a mermaid?" "What on Luminozenko is a mermaid?" We stared at one another for a good couple of minutes until she tried to throw another paper cupcake at me. Poor cupcake paper.

She fixed it up and made it nice and sat it in her backpack for the clumsy boy she met at Deadmans Bridge. But overall, he's nothing how her mother described him to be. She always told her to stay away from white men because of how dangerous they are, especially to people like Ariel. Ernest wasn't like that all, in fact, he's more of a danger to himself than anyone else, really. After Ariel finished her shower, she went into her room and put on her clothing for today, a yellow dress and yellow bow with her little black shoes. Once Ariel finished lotioning down and putting on her clothes, her biggest challenge had come, her hair.

"Alright. Now you give it a try." There was a lengthy delay, to the point I began to grow worried before she finally spoke up. "A large shadow appears in the stream before a moment later the top half of a mermaid surges up out of the water." I certainly hadn't been expecting that, but I wasn't going to say anything to interrupt her. More than anything I was curious to see where she was going with this. "She's got, uh, long blonde hair and... purple eyes. Her skin is flawless and pristine and... and she's wearing a little tiny shell bikini over her gigantic titties."