Evil Mermaids Novels & Stories

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."

I find it to be the oddest sense of Déjà vu. "I am called Derrick. I am king of the mermaids that you see here" he answers easily as he helps me to stand. When I do I look around and see that the females with him start to back away giving me space. There expressions are peculiar as they regard me almost as if they are searching for something.

Her shoulders relax, and she gives me a grateful look. “Thank you. My name is Emlda. I am the Goddess of faes and magic, so I am also the Goddess of witches and warlocks.” People swallow when she says that. Milan and Ashless hurriedly stand to bow, but Emlda waves her hands. “That will not be necessary.” She says, looking at Ivy insead and sighing. Ivy in turn crosses her arms and narrows her eyes. “Goddess Emelda..” “Please, just Emelda. We are all family.” She answers with a small smile, tearing her eyes from her angry daughter. Ivy’s aura is building to something suffocating and dangerous. I sigh.

“Is that?” The woman’s lips lifted, as if she could hear my breathlessness. As if she were pleased to have rendered me speechless. “That is Isla,” Orion replied, “Goddess of the Sea and Queen of the Merfolk.” It was Azrael that approached and explained our desire to seek out the Chasm. The mermaids surrounding Isla seemed to drift closer to the shore, giggling as they drank in the sight of my mate. I couldn’t bring myself to feel jealous, not when I was too busy marveling at them. They were stunning, beautiful in a way that felt otherworldly.

The crisp pearl driblets of moist from the enormous veined leaves gradually fall to the damp ground and blood-curdling scarlet red crawling creatures are enjoying the humidity. The mermaids are slowly lifting their curvaceous bodies from the river displaying their metallic rainbow scales that brightly captures by the golden sunbeam. Cold creeps from their porcelain skin as they are gossipping about one of their sisters who will be punished by Lord Martin, the arrogant werewolf leader of the Tikaluna tribe.

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.”

Timmy’s invisible imagined how the real Timmy felt as he woke up that fateful night atop the watery altar, seeing the names of past initiates in red ink, appearing and disappearing on the top surface. As the intensity of the sparks increased, one by one, seven beautiful mermaids appeared around the watery altar. They stood close to the horns, and held their hands together around the altar. They soon started mumbling inaudible incantations, while concentrating their gaze on the watery altar at the same time. Up till this very moment, I wondered how they managed to stand on their tail fins as their jet black hair shone on their naked bodies, from their waist up. Suddenly, the seven mermaids be

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

Black moray eels swam into the light, wrapped themselves around Erida's tail, rubbed their elongated muzzles against it and turned to Ereb. The newt clenthed his teeth because of the sea sorceress’s – Erida’s and her sisters' aunt – pets. Their aunt helped the youngest princesses to leave Umbra and put a spell on tail to be legs. No one knew if the old beast was alive or if the abyss had swallowed up her remains. People saw sea foam and never know that all these are pieces of dead newts and mermaids. “I’m grateful you let some of my sons guard the southern waters in shifts. And I'll stay where I'm supposed to,” muttered Ereb, bowing his head.

"Okay if those are sirens, then what do the mermaids look like?" "Oh, that's how mermaids look. The sirens look just like them during the day. But under the moonlight you can see what they really look like and it's absolutely horrifying," she shudders. "What do they look like?" "Black hair, ashen skin, glowing eyes, slimy gray tails, and a hundred razor sharp teeth." I cringe at the image that pops into my mind. "Gross, that sounds so fucking creepy," I growl. She laughs. "Yeah that's one thing people don't realize about this territory. In the daylight it's an absolute paradise. But at night," she murmurs, "the monsters come out to play."