Crystal Mermaid Novels & Stories

The twins out all four their hands over the button pressing it down in one go. Crystal walked through the door thanking us for letting her in, burnt she looked with shorter hair that was cut by fire, dirt and twigs sticking out of. And a whole lot of smoke covering her face. She held a side bag on her shoulder holding it tighter than she needed to, then began to walk closer into the room. "Can you really save her." Daisy strolled to Crystal pointing her wand at her, unsure of the faith in her. Crystal pulled out a box it had dead gold vines wrapped around it with in open buds, engraved with Lavender name in script on top.

Greenish grains of sand-fireflies flashed on the sponges. Erida touched the laces encircling her thighs, and they slid like snakes between her fingers. Pulling on the tip of the tail, the queen exposed her all while itchy flipper-legs, revealing ink-black scales. This cunning outfit, which creates a full-fledged mermaid look, was given to her by her aunt after her niece returned from the depths of Sombra.

When they reach us, Merope steps closer and slowly pulls the cloth away. On the tray, there’s a crystal, its edges sharp and catching the light like ice. Next to it, a folded piece of white fabric. There’s a silver bowl filled with water, the surface still. And then, placed carefully beside everything else, there’s something that looks like a white satin dress, soft and smooth like clouds. Merope lifts the crystal in her hand. She holds it up toward the night sky, letting the moonlight catch it. The second the light hits it, the whole thing glows.

But for now Yryhnna lives next to us, and I love feeling my big sister near to me. I hurried to grab my eyeliner and create an Egyptian eyeliner on my eyes, while Yryhnna's melodious voice called me, laughing, asking me to hurry. She was dressed in a bright red crop top that highlighted her fair skin and contrasted with her ruby red lips and blue eyes, her long black hair falling straight down to her hips. Yryhnna was undoubtedly the most beautiful mermaid I had ever known, she was 30 years old, but everyone believed she was younger than 20. One thing that mermaids have is longevity, our bodies produce collagen and glutathione in inhuman quantities, so it takes centuries before the passage o

The owner of this room is a very messy person. On the ceiling is a sparkling crystal chandelier, and around the walls are flickering blue candles. They seem to be made of mermaid fat according to legend. This is something that Ciara had only read about in books, as it is extremely rare and difficult to create. Finding a stranded dead mermaid on the shore is nearly impossible. Hunting mermaids for their fat would be like committing a crime against the entire mermaid race. The entire room would emit an aura of wealth and luxury if it weren't for the pile of clothes that spoils its aesthetic appeal.

The water is flowing from a big pile of rock at the end of the pool, which looks like a small smooth streaming waterfall. While in the center of the spring is a life-size pallid lotus, and bordering near the sides are minimum size buds that has not yet bloomed. In front of the spring, standing and waiting, is a beautiful red-head mermaid with a pair of pretty jade green eyes. Her pale skin shines like a priceless pearl in the snow, her pinkish lips is perfectly shaped, and her viridian emerald earrings looked gorgeous in her fading green fin ears. She's wearing a delicate light blue gown and on top of her wavy cherry red hair seated a crown of golden pearls.

“Those are the star gazers. Pick out a few others that you like, and I’ll be right back.” He picked out a few flowers that he thought would go with the ones she had pointed out. Reese knew enough to know that some were roses. He was pretty sure that at least one was a tulip. But most of them just made him think of his mermaid. “Those are lovely.” The woman said coming back in with a large pink crystal vase. It was smooth with an etching of a mermaid sunning on the rocks. On either side of the vase were handles in the shape of mermaids.

Mercedes and Crystal took the day off from all their activities to enjoy the day with the rest of the other people. Crystal was offering some of her unused dresses for Mercedes to don in the evening. She had many of them because Jake was such a big spender on her. She took out a medium puff short sleeves, low plunge neck, and medium length. It was flower-patterned and a perfect fit. Her hair was in a French braid decorated with some flowers to add to the look. She put on a simple crescent moon pendant and mid-calf gladiator sandals.

"You did not seek wealth for yourself, but as a way to help others. To you, riches were never possession, but a tool. That is why you were chosen." Amber's throat tightened. "If ever you wish to return the box," Mermaid continued, "cast it into this river, and it will return to Underland. But if you wish to speak to me, the music must cease. One day it might arouse suspicion. Instead, have your mother carve me into a life-sized sculpture. If you touch it, I will come." Amber blinked. "But I could never describe you perfectly." Mermaid smiled. She placed her palm across Amber's chest. When she drew it back, an image of herself shimmered on Amber's blouse. Amber gasped-it was beautiful, flawle

The crystal seemed to enclose an enlarged version of a biological cell within, which was about the size of a nail. Another merman was looking at the crystal together with me. But he appeared devout and sincere as if he was near to God. I locked my gaze on the other merman’s face. I had a vague feeling this face was familiar to me. Then, just as I was about to confirm it, he took the crystal that was removed from Dicken’s heart and jumped into the burning sea as if he had long planned to do so. I was taken aback by this scene. My hands made an unintentional contact with my chest. Since my birth, I’ve had a blue birthmark on my left chest. I took a look at my chest. The birthmark’s shape gradu