Fantasy Mermaid Books Novels & Stories

Wenzou glanced to Winastra who gave her a disapproving look. Wenzou spoke, “I guess that was wrong of me.” Winastra sighed and cuddled her head down onto her pillow tiredly, “Yes and no I suppose. Try to remember how it is that you would like to be treated and treat others accordingly. It is a good rule to live by.” “More thoughts from your big book?” Winastra nodded and was soon asleep. Wenzou was not tired though. Going to the shelf she pulled a big black book that had seen much wear down off the shelf. It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same.

Inward. Converging toward her. Like gravity pulling cracks toward a center point. “I’m the anchor,” she realized. The well exploded upward in a column of radiant liquid. Not water anymore. Energy. Gold light surged into the sky, twisting like a living serpent. Guards shielded their eyes. Stone cracked outward from the well’s edge. Lily did not retreat. Instead, she stepped forward. The golden fire erupted from her spine, wings unfolding in blazing arcs. She met the column midair.

she said. "I know" Lotus replied. "Cleo your senior mermaid was possessed in your mother's womb by sorceress Morgana, she ruled Quenshi with her dark powers for centuries till your father fought the war to take the kingdom from her, your mother was pregnant during the war and when Morgana was getting casted, she left some deposits of her dark powers in her womb, and that's why Cleo was born with dark magical powers" Rivera explained.

Most of the other books in the library were ancient, brown and huge, but these looked magical. The first one she grabbed was blue, with the pages sparkly and thick. As she opened it, she saw that it was a book for water lilies. She didn’t even know those things existed. It fascinated her that there were actually small water creatures that lived in lakes and had powers. She wanted to sit and read the entire thing, but she knew she couldn’t. The other book she grabbed was about dragons. It had everything from the bloodline that formed them, to the very thing that could destroy them all.

It might be a lie but it keeps me sane. Soon after I opened the book, I was lost in it. Lost in the magical world of dragons and mermaids where everything seemed ten times more beautiful. Where mates were cherished and people did everything for love and to be loved. Envy simmered in my mind, brewing a kind of hate out of jealousy for the characters that got the perfect love story. One that I cannot have.

They were the weakest of the shifters, having to return to the water every night as their body forces them to shift into their mermaid form. I already knew what Marques wanted. A small girl had been picked up by my scouts about a week ago. She hadn’t shifted yet, so her mermaid wasn’t fully present, meaning she could stay out of water. A mermaid born on land would be human until they first shifted, a merperson born in water would be born as mermaid, unable to shift into their human form until their sixteenth birthday. I could tell the girl was a mermaid just by the color of her skin. Merpeople were the only ones born with sharp bright green slanted eyes. Taking in Marques similarities to the

The mermaid nodded with a chuckle. "Yes, of course, my dear." she swam upwards a little and did a spin. Her tail glittered as she did so. Then she swam back to a still bewildered Beatrix. "D-Didn't you say you were an Omega? How come you are a mermaid now? According to the books, mermaids are long extinct..." "I'm a mermaid indeed," Lavana replied. "Then why did you lie to me earlier?"

First the pack games, then the kidnapping - even Mordred has been a disappointment to me. When I first learned of the mermaid settlement on the city’s outskirts it seemed like I’d stumbled onto a gold mine. I’d already been smuggling nightshade girls over the border to supply the Bloodstone pack’s brothels for a few years – part of a lucrative deal with The Calypso Alpha in exchange for his support in my own endeavors. I knew Damien had farms, I knew fresh mermaids were still caught from the sea to fill them, but he never told me how many escaped. It wasn’t until a few months ago that I realized such a valuable resource was sitting right under my nose.

the crab said with a tiny voice. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Herald," Amelia replied sweetly, her voice as soothing as a calming sea breeze. The king was right – Amelia wasn't just the prettiest mermaid; she possessed the nicest voice among them all. Mermaids' voices had magical powers; some could stun or hurt listeners, while others could heal. Amelia's voice had minor healing power, but it was said to be the sweetest of all. Whenever she sang, sea creatures would flock to her like devoted fans.

In her hands was a large snail shell, its surface glistening faintly. Rhea’s eyes narrowed. “Why are you holding that?” “It holds my secret,” Mermaid said, placing it into Rhea’s hands. “Take it.” Rhea nearly snatched it, suppressing a victorious grin. So the great Mermaid hands me her weakness on a platter? How stupid can she be? “I can only use my tail in water,” Mermaid continued calmly. “But if even a drop touches me on land, it will force the change—and I will die.”