Bride Is A Mermaid Novels & Stories

Surely my voice in the matter is null and void, the only way out is death. My arm scales turn into blue and turquoise hues. My pink tail has a mind of its own and extends outward like I am stretching. My hair is purple and my clam shell bra makes me wonder what has happened to my human clothes. Are they hidden by a magic trick? Are they on shore somewhere? Do they magically get summoned when I turn into a lady? "That's very good news. How will Brianna attend the wedding she doesn't know that I am a mermaid yet. I was planning to tell her in a few days when we went shopping. But since my plans are ruined now and you left a note. What the hell was that?"

“Can’t you see, bride? Your screams are mine. They feed the pit and give me power.” The darkness shimmered. Gradually, the First Bride emerged before her—half shadow, half flesh. Her veil swept across emptiness. Her face was a broken reflection of Camela’s face—familiar yet damaged. Her cracked red lips and sunken eyes glimmered softly. Camela froze in her tracks, breathing rapidly. “You…you’re not real.” The First Bride smiled slightly as she responded. “I am more real than you can imagine. I lived through the vows; I wore the chains; I carried roses until they bled into my bones. And I screamed…just like you.”

It was a beautiful sight to behold. He swam around and something caught his eye, it was a portrait. He swam back to the portrait and to his utmost surprise, the mermaid in the portrait looked just like Nisha, the only thing that looked different was her hair, eye color, confident look and a large tail. Her hair color was black and long, while her eye color was dark too. He was confused, and then he asked Isabelle who that was. “Oh! She? She's the Great Queen Mermaid, I admire her and her ways so, I made a portrait to keep her picture.” Isabelle explained.

The trials and tribulations, the moments of doubt and despair, all seemed worth it in this moment of triumph. Suddenly, a gentle breeze swept through, carrying with it a melodic sound that stirred my heart. I turned towards the source of the sound and saw a figure emerging from the nearby lake. It was a mermaid, her ethereal beauty captivating me. Her tail shimmered in the fading light, and her eyes sparkled with a wisdom that seemed to transcend time. She approached me with grace, her voice echoing in my mind. "King Zavier," she said, her voice like the soft whisper of the waves. "I am Triton, the Mermaid King, ruler of the depths."

My lips contracts back as I find so many unusual things around me today. Then, the door opens wide one more time and the music changes its beat. It becomes a little bit faster than before. Once more time, all of the people’s eyes stuck in the door one more time. They eagerly look at the door to the bride who is going to enter inside including me and other two boys. Jennifer enters inside the hall with her mermaid gown having a long tail which is following her image from behind. To be honest, Jennifer is epitome of beauty. She looks extraordinarily beautiful when compared to the women of her same age.

After a silent bow from Lucien that was returned by the women present, the King of Natus led his bride away from the backyard of the Wysteria Estate and towards the forest where the portal that would take them straight to his Kingdom was still open. Ira and Elisen watched as their young girl bravely walked beside a man shielded only by fables and stories. Doubt coursed through them momentarily, but Calliope's confidence stomped it out. They knew she would be okay. The young, Elven Princess had more power and strength to her than even she herself knew.

Red eyes meet with brown ones and they stare at each other. "You look a lot like Emperor Ariadne, but younger. Anyway, she said I will have to seek your permission to leave here, so be kind enough to grant me your permission, thank you. Let's first start with this invisible door in this room," she said pointing at the wall behind her. "No, you are not leaving here precious. I have chosen you as my bride. We will get married when you have come of age." "I am no one's bride flat nose," "Shouldn't you be thankful to me for saving you. You were dead and I brought you back to life so technically speaking you owe me your life and you will do as I say or else I will have to take back what I give...

Under everyone's gaze, Victor held Anna's hand and walked to the center of the stage. The wedding dress, the roses, the church, and Victor himself—it was all exactly as I had once imagined. Except the woman beside him wasn't me. It was Anna. At Victor's request, the officiant stepped aside. Victor was visibly emotional. He insisted on presiding over his own wedding.

Alexis’s eyes widened in shock as she yanked her hands away from her friend’s grasp, “You’ve got to be kidding me. Are you kidding me Anna?! Cause this nonsense isn’t funny!” Annalise shook her head, “I’m not! I’m actually getting married, and it’s not only— “What?!” Alexis snapped, “You’ll ell me you’re having a child too in your la la land?” “Oh. You figured it out. Are you a psychic??” Annalise blinked and Alexis couldn’t take it anymore. “I can’t do this with— “Lexi I’m not kidding. I’m getting married.” “Don’t lie to me Anna!!”

“Miss Christine sure is delusional. Mr. Vincent is the Godfather of the Medici family. He’s worth billions. In New York, anyone with status treats him with the utmost respect.” “Isn’t he getting married to his fiancée in five days? And she’s saying he’s the love of her life? Does he even know who she is? Every Cinderella dreams of marrying into wealth, but not just anyone off the streets can be the Godfather’s woman.” I walked out of the hospital and, in a daze, got onto the subway. At that moment, my phone vibrated. When I checked it, I saw that Elena had sent several photos in a row. They were wedding photos of her and Vincent, taken in Central Park. The wedding dress she wore was the same