Demon Mermaid Novels & Stories

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.

I had to move fast. I turned through the pages of the spell book with shaky hands until I finally settled on what I was searching for. “Thrakos, Demon of the Underworld, Lord of Hell,” I whispered, my fingers tracing the forbidden verse. “He who commands the forbidden flames of the devil's domain,” my voice grew louder, desperation etched in my eyes, "I call thee, Thrakos. I summon thee to the mortal realm. Kneel before–” The sound of thunder cracking cut me short before I could complete my words. The ground began to rumble and the circle I had engraved on the ground expanded outwards as dark smoke clouded the entire place.

They saw the jumps, the skill, the split second decisions, how far they would go to protect their demons. The sound of crunching glass made me look at Dagon again. And then she was gone. This woman was so quick, the quickest I had ever seen someone move. It was unnatural, even for the demon realm. She was on Megera's back within a split second. She put her finger under his nose and pulled back. The sickening crunch of his nose breaking into his skull was loud. Blood splurged out onto Acteus who was coughing up his own blood on the ground. Megera roared and exploded with anger. Instead of fighting Dagon off, he just let himself fall backwards. Dagon almost jumped off but even she couldn't avo

Argadon hissed, but repeated everything I said, and the demonic part of me sensed that the number of demons next to the portals considerably decreased. The others left, only those who served Argadon remained. Did he expect I would let him release all of the dark rabble? And only when I felt a cold shiver, signifying a taken oath, did I allow the gates to open wider, and Argadon’s posse to pass through. What were they like? In a word, creepy. Chimeras with flaming crests, human-headed snakes, odd-looking creatures like octopi bodies with jaws attached to them... There were many of them, and even I found it difficult to look at them. The demon seemed to grow even larger, and the fire inside hi

When Ronan pulled his lips away from his he said to him, "Adrian, my love, demons have a highly developed sense of smell and each person has a different scent which allows us to recognize them and track them over a long distance if necessary. There is a legend that says that every demon has a mermaid somewhere, a person who would have a smell so powerful that it would make you lose your mind. I never believed it before, how the smell of a person could intoxicate you to the point of losing your mind, but after meeting you I finally understood." He then said looking him straight in the eyes, "Adrian... You are my mermaid, the one and only, no one can ever replace you in my heart."

She glowed with beauty underneath the ocean, having long black hair, big round blue sea eyes, straight small nose, small red lips, scales on her face and arms, gills beside her neck, and a magnificent long blue crystal Tail. She appears to be half human and half fish. With her tail she moves water currents splashing endlessly about in the ocean. She rules over the Atlantic ocean of mermaids and mermans with an immersed power. Having powers which include Mind-reading, flying, invisibility, shapeshifting, controlling nature, speaking to animals, speed- swimming, Siren Singing, Telekinesis, and weather manipulation. Though mermaids may look really attractive with their endowed beauty, don't be

Jax asked when he finally entered the room. We both took turns giving Jax the rundown of our meeting. He like me was just as surprised at the variety of supernatural species that lived within Dublin. Half of them I never even knew were real, like the Merrow. Merrows are what the normies call a mermaid, except in cartoons they depict them as beautiful and innocent little women with a love for collecting shiny things. Well, Ariel aint got shit on a real Merrow, that’s for sure. Merrows are beautiful both in the sea and on dry land but they are also known for being quite vicious when they feel cornered or when someone tries to stake claim to something that is theirs.

I leaned against the cold stone wall, sinking into a hollow stupor for a long while. Just then, two servants passed by the dungeon door. Their hushed whispers drifted in, every word cutting deep into my ears. “Isolde’s cursed puppet craft is dreadfully perilous. She hunted and drained countless lesser merfolk for pearl curse powder, merely to gather enough ritual materials.” “Indeed. Once the puppet is complete, it will crush all rebels within the vampire clan, and drain this mermaid’s last breath entirely. Lowly foreign creatures are born to be offerings for our master’s sorcery.”

she said and smiled, she was blushing. "What next on my list?" I asked. "The next thing on your list, you said you want to journey to the mermaid Kingdom to see Gaara. He is the only one that has the cure to the bond between you and the merman, Kurt," she explained. "Skip that part, it is important but do I have any othe important thing to do before or after that?" I asked. "There is the issue of the Aube, we never knew there was a demon sealed at Iceland.

She was at the last stage of the pearl making. "What is your identity? Oh, sorry, female mermaids don't have an identity. What's your name then?" The mermaid's eyes flashed red. She would have resorted to lying but she knew witches could sense a false statement. "I am Meridia, assistant to the head of our council."