Novel & Cerita Fantasy Books About Mermaids

Welcome guys, this is another story of mine. So this book is basically a paranormal-ish story. It may contain werewolves, demi-gods, mermaids, titans, fairies, satyr and other supernatural beings as we move on. If you've read my first story, A Beautiful Secret, and have been there through Galaxia and Xavier's bumpy and bittersweet journey, then you'll love this one. And if you've not read it, pls check it out.

Asty gazed at him and prepared to listen to his soothing, pleasant, and deep voice. "This novel's story is all about two creatures." he started. "One was smothered in gold, as thus was a golem. He was a huge brutal man, who wielded a robust physique. He boasts of his impenetrable defenses and stone-hard body. No one could ever kill him." The other creature was a mermaid. She was covered in pearls and loved by men. She was more beautiful than diamonds and kinder than a nun. The mermaid was the living legacy of the sea. She was their hope, their light, their happiness."

- 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.

“Drink the lake?” She nodded. . I kneeled a I cupped my hands and drank. It was cold—so cold it burned—sliding down my throat like liquid frost. The mermaid watched with an odd expression. “Good. Now go into the temple. You’ll find a book.” “What kind of book?” “You ask stupid questions,” she sighed, rolling her eyes. I frowned, folding my arms. “Will it kill you to be nice?” “I wish it would, until it can, I won't. Just go get the book, you're boring alone.”

But unlike him, they spent their lives with their partners, of course hidden from the world and it's sharp piercing eyes. Scarlet suddenly stopped reading and thought for a while in her mind... ‘If I am to be a mermaid or so called fish who have numerous powers and according to this book , a mermaid could be born only from a mermaid, then does it ... does it mean that .. that.......Ooooohhh ...! Holy shit ..' She thought for a while and being amazed she stopped the reading and placed a bookmark in the book . She was in a hurry and headed out of the library taking the book along with her.

Serena stood frozen behind the snow-covered brush, her breath locked in her throat, eyes wide in disbelief. The mist above the river had parted just enough for the moonlight to catch the figure standing in the water. But it wasn’t just a figure—it was something she’d only ever read about in stories told beside fireplaces or scrawled in worn, forbidden pages of old books. A mermaid. Ethereal, breathtaking, and impossibly real.

Before I left Zion’s mansion, I stole something. The moment my fingers brushed against it, I recognized it from my books. Ancient. Rare. Mostly used by the mermaids in the North. Yes—mermaids. I laughed breathlessly as I ran. That crazy bastard knew a mermaid. No wonder he was so obsessed with immortality and dark magic. But he didn’t love her. Oh no. Men like him were incapable of love. He must have kidnapped her. Which begged the real question—where was she being kept? The thought sent a thrill through me, sharp and intoxicating. Everything was falling into place in ways I hadn’t even planned for. The vampire king tested me, Zion’s secrets unraveling, a mermaid tied into it all—too many op

Things could not get more peculiar, I thought. “Strangely enough,” he replied. “The next book I seek is in a mermaid’s trove.” “A mermaid’s trove?” I repeated, amending my previous thought. “Yes, sometimes the merfolk become infatuated with the surface and collect bazaar items, which they keep in shipwrecks or undersea caves,” he explained. “This book was on board a ship which fell afoul of a storm and sank. The book should be in a crate, in the wreckage, guarded over by a mermaid.”

34 – Lauren Meridian Water The darkness felt like a cloak wrapped around my thoughts. The spell casting had drained me, not just physically but emotionally too. I sat on the edge of the bed, my hands resting on my knees, as I stared at the faint moonlight seeping through the window. Dark magic left marks on me—not visible to others but etched deep into my soul. A part of me resisted the shadows that lived within me. I felt like an intruder in my own body. Even as a renegade from the Kingdom of Umbra, I wasn’t a creature of darkness, and now my mind was at war with itself.

"FTC bought your fairy tale. Acquisition breathes." "Our fairy tale," I countered, hazel dissecting his obsidian calm, sipping sharp burn. "Omega's hack narrative sticks—for now. Your move next." Proximity hummed danger, his heat invading silk, cologne smoky citrus invading senses. Bodies pressed close in the swirl, his hand ghosting my waist—claim veiled as dance. Synergy crackled, minds circling, but undercurrent pulled darker, forbidden heat pooling traitorous.