Novel & Cerita Books About Mermaids

If this was what love felt like, then Dawn was willing to forever remain drunk on it. Likewise, Aqua clung to Dawn tightly, enticing him with everything she had. In years to come, the aspiring writer would eventually churn out many best-selling fiction about mermaid romances with the most popular being a mermaid’s letters to her human lover sent in glass bottles titled “Dear Don”, inspired by the little things she kept bottled up whenever they fought, but never letting the flame die. *** “Dear Don, I wished you’d buy another blanket with all the money you spend on expensive gifts so that you would stop snatching mine.

Marina's resplendent golden tail and the gilded scales adorning her delicate hands, not to mention her magnificent golden crown, left Astrid utterly captivated. Mermaids had long been relegated to the realm of legend in her mind, yet here before her, a living mermaid graced her vision. The overwhelming blend of elation and astonishment coursed through her, prompting her to ponder the mysteries of life beneath the waves. By the time Astrid finished perusing the book, the clock had struck 10:37 am. She had been so engrossed in the captivating tales that she hadn't realized morning had dawned. Fatigue began to creep in, and her eyes drooped, the lack of sleep taking its toll.

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.

“I don’t ever want to hear you say that you’re fat or old ever again. You’re experienced and life size. You’re beautiful and kind. You intrigue me, mermaid. And I want to know if that lovely blush covers your body.” Helen let out a soft breath of air and Reese took it as an invitation. His lips lightly touched hers for the briefest of moments. They then returned and she grasped his shirt. She wasn’t sure if it was to steady herself or push him away. Or pull him closer. “Mermaid, I want you.” “Why do you keep calling me that?” “Your thighs.” He smiled. “They’re fa-big.” “Uh-huh. Perfect for me.” Reese reached down and grabbed her thighs and lifted her up wrapping her legs around his waist. “I

“It’s not every day they get to play with mermaids, I bet.” Until this moment, neither Radar nor I ever dreamed that mermaids existed, but when you grow up in a world where vampires, werewolves, minotaurs and trolls are real, not much surprises you. I do wonder one thing, though. Where do theses mermaids come from—Here, or There? More importantly, if they’re from the other world, are they dangerous, like everything else that’s come through? They certainly don’t seem to be evil, but you can’t judge a vampire by its smile, as the saying goes. I remember old myths about Sirens, lovely creatures who lured sailors to their doom with their beauty.

If it was one thing I had taught him, it was that he should always be careful around mermaids. Mermaids were beautiful creatures. Most times their beauty was carried over to their human form. However, in their natural form, they held more beauty. They also messed with the male's brain. A human male could fall in love with a mermaid by seeing her in her natural form. One-sided love at first sight.

____________________ Viviane I only ever heard about the Bloodstone brothels in horror stories from other escaped mermaids, now I get to witness them for myself. At first glance they aren’t anything special - everything in this city is so ridiculously opulent that standing out would be nearly impossible. They look like the buildings on either side of them, the shocking part is how openly they’re advertised.

She had heard of the creatures that lived in the unknown utopia of the depths of the sea but no one had really seen much of them, unlike their distant cousins who lurked in the rocky parts of the sea and lured sailors to their watery death with their alluring voices and personal hallucinations. This mermaid before her had a beautiful tail that looked so soft and glimmered as if the light of the sky reflected off it. The end of the tail moved like it had its own mind. It was as if she could run the thin and transparent end of the powerful tail on her face and her skin would not be bruised in any way. It was so resplendent; no wonder the mer-people always never revealed themselves at all to ot

And now, he hadn't just touched it; he had licked it! "This is crazy! What was he trying to do?" Amelia murmured frantically, her mind a whirlwind of confusion and disbelief. Struggling to regain her composure, her gaze darted around the room, and her eyes widened as she saw the unconscious human sprawled on the floor! "Oh dear! What have I done?" Her voice trembled with concern and regret, her hands fluttering as she contemplated the unintended consequences of her actions. Mermaids boasted remarkably strong tails, said to have the power to unleash tsunamis with a single flick. Though her upper body strength was nothing noteworthy, her kicks were certainly a force to be reckoned with.

I ask. “I am Mariana, the princess of Lamia Ocean,” she introduced herself. “Does that mean that in Lamia?” She nodded to me, and we both looked up when we both felt something. She held my hand, and then we swam away. While swimming, I looked up and saw a ship following us. “They are pirates who catch mermaids to sell and make money. The entire Lamia Ocean is in danger because our race is now running out,” Mariana explained.