Books Mermaid Novels & Stories

“So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blooming on Prince Edward Island, including their specific scents and meanings in Victorian flower language. Best of both worlds without suffering through entire books outside your genre.” “Maybe you should study some of those books for research purposes.” She rolled her eyes. “Can I tell you about my mermaid now?” “Sure.” What followed was the most elaborate fantasy world-building I’d heard outside of a professional writer’s pitch meeting. Two underwater kingdoms locked in centuries-old conflict, warring princesses

Either way, Eisa always wears something representative of her tail. I slowly spin Eisa around and take in the stunning strapless, red satin ombre mermaid gown. It has a slight sweetheart neckline with ruching down the bodice and Swarovski detailing wrapping around under the bust. More Swarovski forms a floral pattern that cascades down her left hip and wraps around the top of the skirt of the dress. Red satin fans out like water atop white lace giving the perfect amount of volume to sell the ‘mermaid’ look. Can’t tell you how painful it is to use the word ‘mermaid’, to describe anything. The things I’ll say to sell a gown.

Sarah’s room felt oddly calm, like a temple. Chloe opened the book and flipped to the page she wanted. When she began to read, I almost screamed at her to stop. “The little mermaid kissed his hand, and felt as if her heart were already broken. His wedding morning would bring death to her, and she would change into the foam of the sea.” I had no idea why she’d chosen such a horrific passage when the mermaid almost turns into sea foam, but Chloe’s air was determined and her voice sure. I closed my eyes and just let my daughter’s voice wash over me.

She then looked at the water kissed it and said, "my ears can hear come out to me, the mermaids of the sea." Suddenly a beautiful creature came out of the water, her legs were that of a fish and it was inside the water. Her waist to her head was human-like, she was so beautiful with blue eyes. "What is your name?" I asked. "Maltida," the mermaid said. She kept on looking at me, it was like she kept drawing me into the water, I cannot explain it. I felt I needed to meet her. Then suddenly I heard a sound! It was a siren!

I gripped a handful of my dress and began to hurry in that direction before he could stop me. “I’m sorry” I apologized as I almost tripped and bumped into some kid before making my way through and it’s exactly as Logan had said but it’s not the flying whales or talking monkey that caught my attention. It was something else. A glass box stood by the side with a mermaid in it. Her tales all covered in blue scales and shimmering under the water. I made my way closer and stood beside it before placing my hands against the box with wide eyes. I just couldn’t believe I was seeing one for real. I have read about it but seeing one just makes it all the more real and exciting.

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.

- He finally added. The brunette girl with curly hair gave me a radiant look, She seems so sweet and lovely, but there was something sinister behind her brown hazel eyes. It reminded me of a smile with a certain darkness on her beautiful face, a smile I had perceived before, although I couldn't recall with whom. "In Greek and Scandinavian mythology, the mermaid is a demigoddess who lives in the oceans and with her songs, she can seduce men" - he responded. In that moment, his attention was completely focused on me.

I demanded from the hesitant director. He hurried off, returning soon with a file he handed to Jarek. Jarek, in turn, presented it to me. Opening the file, I gazed at the image of the most exquisite mermaid I had ever seen. The mermaids in the pool paled in comparison to her beauty. She had ebony hair with delicate strands of blue, a doll-like face, and deep blue eyes that mirrored the sea’s depths. Her scales shimmered with a golden hue, and her majestic tail was gold. Flipping to the next page, I read a bit about her background. Intrigued, I pointed to the secluded pool.

Things could not get more peculiar, I thought. “Strangely enough,” he replied. “The next book I seek is in a mermaid’s trove.” “A mermaid’s trove?” I repeated, amending my previous thought. “Yes, sometimes the merfolk become infatuated with the surface and collect bazaar items, which they keep in shipwrecks or undersea caves,” he explained. “This book was on board a ship which fell afoul of a storm and sank. The book should be in a crate, in the wreckage, guarded over by a mermaid.”

“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