Books Mermaids Novels & Stories

"Sorry, I was talking to Mara." "Is she alright?" "Yes, but she thinks I'm going into heat early." Adrian now looked confused as she got up looking for the book she had seen earlier. "Why?" He asked as she looked through the shelves. "She thinks it's because of the spell we cast on the mermaids it must have affected me somehow." He nods. "It makes sense maybe it was my dark magic." "Yeah maybe." She took up a book from the shelf, reading the cover. Early Heat Guide. She took a seat beside Adrian and opened the book, they began reading.

She said, "Okay. I will leave them alone." Damien and I got in the Hummer with Ely and Eivin and we left for the airport. Once we were in the air, I asked Damien why they want us there. I didn't think we could offer much help. He said, "They know you are good at uniting species. They want to ally with the mermaids." I said, "Sweet! We could do the same!" He said, "The Queen of the Mermaids lives in one of the lakes in Nebraska." I said, "Really? I would've thought she lived in the ocean or the sea?" He said, "Nope. This lake is her childhood home, so this is where she feels most comfortable." I said, "That is so cool."

Way to counterattack yourself, Ariel. She thought to herself. Ariel's eyes wandered down and she then remembered she was in her underwear. "Lord almighty.." She felt so embarrassed as she has never gotten undressed in public before. She gently laid the man down on the grass and reached for her dress and bow and put them back on carefully. As she did this, the man slightly squirmed, making Ariel concerned, but she knew she had to leave. "Well take care, sir. I hope we meet again and you never know. Maybe I'll be part of your world and you can get a quick peek of mine." She picked up her bag with the lava lamp running off back home.

There was a little beautiful mermaid in the sea with bright red hair. "Who is this?" I asked, pointing at the mermaid in awe and Jax peeked at the book beside me. "That's Ariel. She's the princess of the sea." Jax said and I gasped in awe, suddenly interested in the book as I laid against the floor, dangling my leg above me as I swiped to the next page. There was a picture of a roaring sea and a dark woman who appeared like a witch. I frowned, seeing the mermaid Jax had referred to as Ariel look up at the witch in fear.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

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?"

She could almost see the enchantment taking hold of Clarissa's imagination, pulling her deeper into the vibrant world her grandfather created. As Martin spoke, Carmela watched as Clarissa's eyes sparkled with excitement, envisioning herself as one of those enchanting creatures. She could see the little girl’s mind racing with possibilities: a shimmering tail gliding through azure waters, laughter echoing as she played among colorful fish. The imagery stirred a sense of nostalgia in Carmela, reminding her of her own childhood dreams and the boundless adventures that came alive in her imagination. “And at the Mermaid Festival,” Martin added, lowering his voice to create an air of mystery, “the

“We do not age, and therefore do not die because of it, much like the vampires.” “Do… Do mermaids age?” Lyric wondered how old Niarthen was. He did not strike her as ancient, but she would not have guessed that Ember had lived for centuries either. “I have seen elderly mermaids,” Ember replied. “Only once. You would have to ask Niarthen about his life cycle.” “I will,” Lyric made them tea. “Dragons, eh?” She frowned. “You change shape?” “Like the werewolves,” Ember was amused. “We can change form.”

My mermaid's teeth clench and I can feel the sharp edges of them like little sharp daggers entombed in my mouth. "This is the Siren's Point Cave. It's where mermaids come to hide from pirates and humans. There are so many humans in boats now, sea maids can't be too careful. Which is why some of us chose to live on land for a time. We wanted to learn the ways of humans and discovered that werewolves and vampires are much worse than humans."

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.