Cleo H2o Mermaid Novels & Stories

Chad said. “okay, bottom line is, Rachael Roux is not CIA”. “damn! ...who’s she then?” Chinny paused and inhaled deeply. “ she is Medusa” Chad felt a warm wave of fear run from the scalp of his head to the sole of his feet. He didn’t know how to react to that. Rachael Roux is not CIA and Chinny had sold Troy to Medusa?! Medusa might not need The Triangle as much as it did before now.

She replied. I didn’t get anything she said. It was somewhat metaphoric that I find it hard to absorb. For a moment, I just stared at her in the hopes she would get to conclude that I am thirsty for explanation. Magindara let out a sigh. “For as long as there are any bodies of water, the eyes of the merfolk will be able to witness everything. Remember, Oryol is a serpent goddess and that time, she was inside a tank full of water. We have the ability to see everything using the water as our medium. May it be past or present.” She finally explained.

If she didn't release her breath soon, she would drown. Then something moved and caught her attention. No not something. Creatures. Serena stared at them as they swam towards her. A part of her thought it was the lack of air that was making her see things. One swam close to her and her eyes widened. Mer creatures! Legion of mermaids and mermen, swimming around her, coming close to her and swimming away again. Their scales glittered even in the dimness, bright blue, silver, purple and numerous other colours. They had long scaly tails, beautified with different designs. The tails looked delicate but Serena knew better. The tail of a mermaid was so sharp it could cut through a hard rock. This w

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.

"Scarlett." ******

"Go far away, I will definitely find you. Go!!!" As the horse galloped away, Cleo turned her attention to the encroaching pack of werewolves. Her heart pounded in her chest, adrenaline surging through her veins. She reached into the folds of her cloak, pulling out a small vial of potion. With a swift movement, she uncorked it and poured the quantity into her mouth. "And now, let it begin," She said with a smirk on her face.

They are beautiful but their aura is deadly. Is that them? Are they the Aqua Siren? They closed their eyes while singing and Cayden slowly walked closer to the cliff. I don't know how to approach them. I was scared and I was even more scared when the mermaid with red hair and a green tail opened her eyes. Fuck! Is that you Ariel? But not! He looked at me as if he was still surprised and both of them opened their eyes. They did not speak. I couldn't even speak because my tongue seemed to be numb. But they never stopped singing that sensational song.

The other is just an event photographer. I give them all smiles and little waves, and he nods as I make my way up to two of my favorite people who are too busy greeting others ahead of us to notice me. Esma is wearing an all-gold mermaid-style dress that sparkles in the light. No matter which way she moves, you find a new little twinkle. Her hair is in a low bun updo with a few strands curled framing her face. She is stunningly beautiful; Dean is one lucky man.

They are beautiful but their aura is deadly. Is that them? Are they the Aqua Siren? They closed their eyes while singing and Cayden slowly walked closer to the cliff. I don't know how to approach them. I was scared and I was even more scared when the mermaid with red hair and a green tail opened her eyes. Fuck! Is that you Ariel? But not! He looked at me as if he was still surprised and both of them opened their eyes. They did not speak. I couldn't even speak because my tongue seemed to be numb. But they never stopped singing that sensational song.

I can hear Marina’s steady slumbering breath as clear as day – and so could any of my kind. Viviane leans down and scrubs at the ankle with the damp towels, slowly revealing a stark white brand on the outside of her leg. “Nerissa wasn’t lying.” She murmurs, her usually lyrical tones thick with emotion. “I’m a mermaid.” _______________ Viviane is watching me as if I might burst into flames at any moment. I reach for her, but she reflexively backs out of my reach. “I don’t understand.” “We use a pheromone spray.” She says, as if this clears up everything. “We didn’t pick cats, that’s just what we got.”