Crystal Mermaid Novels & Stories

The gentle shimmer of her scales in the sunlight cast a dazzling array of colors, creating a mesmerizing spectacle that never failed to captivate her. This spot held a special place in Clarissa's heart. Ever since she transformed into a mermaid at the tender age of seven, she had frequented this place. The memory of that transformation was still vivid—how the waves had embraced her and the sea had claimed her as its own. This rocky outcrop became her sanctuary, a place where she could sit undisturbed, lost in her thoughts and the rhythm of the ocean.

I countered, my voice quieter now. “No, she obeyed me! I told her to stay!” Crystal shot back. “She’s my maid, isn’t she? Or can’t I give her orders of my own?” she kept firing. The throne room was deathly silent. Every guard, every servant, every breath waited for my reaction. I stared at her, my rage colliding with my surprise at her daring spirit. My hands twitched at my side, torn between grabbing her throat and grabbing her jaw. She infuriated me, and yet… Moon above, she moved me in ways I despised.

That day, the sea was calm and bright above, but beneath the surface, the waters churned with strange, ominous power. Still, I never once experienced the torment I had in my last life. I gave birth swiftly to three healthy, black-finned mer-babies. When the Mer-King heard the news, he was overjoyed. He sent over several more chests of gold and silver and personally hosted a grand banquet in my honor. All the princes and princess-consorts looked at me with undisguised envy.

Around her neck rested a single ruby pendant, glowing faintly as though a heartbeat pulsed within the stone. She possessed no visible weapon. She didn't need one. Power surrounded her like an invisible tide. Calm. Measured. Ancient. Lady Nysera, Sovereign of the Crimson Court.cUnlike many ancient vampires, Nysera rarely ruled through fear.cShe preferred knowledge. Patience. Observation. She believed wars were won long before the first blade was drawn. Which was why she had waited. For centuries. Waiting for one thing. Crimson Blood. A quiet knock echoed through the hall.

Oh dear, Crystal was sure that was because they haven't met her yet. Quinn's face darkened, and her smile widened. "Then I won't ask for your help. I order you!" Quinn said with a devilish smile. "Sorry? Who are you? I'm Crystal Princessa Leonidas! I can even buy your kingdom!" "Is that true?" Quinn's voice was warm and welcoming. "What if I simply order the Red Sparrow? I'm sure he would be willing to help me." Crystal stroked the back of her engagement ring with her thumb, absorbing the comfort it gave her—even though Quinn's words had taken her by surprise. Damn it. How did this guy know the hacker's name?!

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

I won’t allow it… never. I’m Amilia Vlad, and I’m a Pureblood Vampire; I’m twenty-eight years old, and I’m Princess of the Kingdom of Constanta, and I’m not planning on finding my mate because my mate is dead already. I’m Princess of the Sapphire eyes, and I hold tragic secrets that no one has to find, even if it means I have to kill everyone.

. I slid my d*ck back in her p*ssy and had her screaming my name. I could tell she was close so I picked up my pace. I wanted us both to come at the same time. I felt her tightening around my d*ck and I felt on the edge of my own release. I said F*CK CRYSTAL. I'M ABOUT TO C*M. she bucked back against me and told me to c*m. I couldn't hold it back any longer and I began grunting as I squirted my seed. I knew I was ok doing it since she was prepared this time and had a female cond*m in. When we both caught our breath, We washed off and got out. Crystal got dressed and said she would meet me in the kitchen to open my gift. Once I got dressed, I headed into the kitchen and found Crystal sitting

It's tradition. It's an elaborate victorian crown with emeralds and crystals incrested all over. Across the front are green gems resembling ivy with a prominent giant pear-cut emerald in the middle. The points are all differently shaped emeralds with crystals. It's a beautiful, perfect blend of Silver Moon and me. Our colors combined. "I...I love it!" A single tear drops down my cheek before she comes rushing over, dabbing it off. "Don't cry, sweet girl. So happy you love it. Now let's put it on and show my son why it's such a good thing he came to his senses yesterday."

Her gaze dropped to her neck. At first, she didn’t recognize what she was seeing. The pale skin around her collarbone was marked by something that hadn’t been there before. A small, almost imperceptible birthmark—a crescent-shaped pattern—sat nestled just above her skin, hidden under the folds of her shirt. She rubbed it with her thumb, trying to make sense of it, but the sensation only intensified. Her skin seemed to burn where the mark touched, sending a cold shiver of unease down her spine. Lysandra quickly covered the mark, her heart racing in her chest. It was impossible. She had no memory of ever seeing it before, and yet, it felt oddly familiar—like a piece of her had been lost and wa