Disney Mermaid Names Novels & Stories

Rae asked surprised, which means there are two mermaids and not one. "Yes, she looks just like your inner soul." Selena answered with a smile. "What's her name, can I know her?" Rae asked. "Her name is Avonmora." Selena replied. "What!? Don't tell me the Avonmora you just mentioned, is the one who was once the queen of the Mermaids?" Rae asked with a raise eyebrows. "She is the one, but I am afraid I couldn't save her." Selena said with a sad tone.

- He finally added. The brunette girl with curly hair gave me a radiant look, She seems so sweet and lovely, but there was something sinister behind her brown hazel eyes. It reminded me of a smile with a certain darkness on her beautiful face, a smile I had perceived before, although I couldn't recall with whom. "In Greek and Scandinavian mythology, the mermaid is a demigoddess who lives in the oceans and with her songs, she can seduce men" - he responded. In that moment, his attention was completely focused on me.

Posy suggested. “I knew I liked her!” We spotted the mermaids. They really were gorgeous girls. The two in front of us had purple and orange hair. They smiled upon seeing us. “Visitors!” The orange hair one announced. “Welcome to the Slumbering Reef!” “Thank you very much.” Posy smiled back. “I am Posy.” “I’m Nami!” The orange hair one waved. “And I’m Irvetta… and you are?” Her eyes were on me. I think she found me attractive.

“What did they name you?” “Viviane.” My voice is small and hoarse. We are taken from our parents at birth, cared for in an aquatic nursery until we are old enough for the whip. The nurses there are the only mermaids allowed to keep their tails into adulthood, deemed too homely to be sold into brothels once their tears run dry. They name us, teach us about our people, and show us how to care for ourselves once we get to the farms. “I’ve been waiting for you.” My mother whispers reverently, brushing the hair away from my face. “You look so much like your father.”

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

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.

"They can be quite mean, especially to those they are not too familiar with." As soon as she did, a beautiful face emerged from the river. "Hello there, Murmalaid. I hope you and the others haven't been getting into too much trouble," Mary greeted. The water creature giggled before swimming in a circle. "Her name is Mermalaid? As in the jelly?" Nikki asked. The nymph splashed Nikki again, making a face at her. "No, Murmalaid, spelt m-u-r-m-a-l-a-id. She got the name because even though she can't talk, she still repeats a few things in a murmur, but only words from different prophecies."

His friendly smile put me at ease. “So…first day at college and you are already in trouble. You must be a bad girl,” Eddie winked. “No way! I was just running late, that’s all,” I giggled nervously. “I am joking. My name is Eddie, as you heard Ms. Barns say. What’s your name?” Eddie asked me. “Marina,” I replied. “Marina, what a beautiful name. It suits you.” Eddie smirked. “Tha…thanks,” I stammered. Ugh, why did I have to be so shy about everything? Eddie didn’t seem like the kind of guy who likes a mumbling idiot.

Sapphire told me a story once, about a group of sea creatures that were solely dedicated to evil and their evil queen who sought nothing but to claim every ocean and destroy other life forms that aren't her species. They call themselves Mirties Perlai and were another race of mermaids. They didn't have tails and possessed incredible powers. The queen was extremely evil but the other sea creatures led by the sea king attacked them and they were destroyed. The queen got away and lived with humans for the rest of her days.

The merfolk royal swam over toward me. I stood very still, continuing to grip on Nicholas’s arm. The merfolk cleared his throat. I braced myself, unsure if he would speak in a language I would recognize. Despite any potential awkwardness here, I certainly didn’t want to be rude. “My lady,” the merfolk royal said, eliminating my worry. The merfolk, it seemed, were trained in English better than we were trained in their language. “My name is Prince Ronan. I am the eighth son of our Queen Sonal.”