Fantasy Mermaid Books Novels & Stories

he suggested, keeping his smile while presenting a new book to her. "What is that? What story does it have?" Ruby asked, finally looking at his direction instead of her window. "It's a compilation of dozens of stories about fantastic fighter women. Like Atalanta who never lost a race even to the fastest men and the first to land a hit on the monstrous boar, or Princess Merida the Brave who saved her own mother from a witch's curse. There's also about Queen Daenerys Targaryen, the Dragon Queen who started as a woman sold by her own brother to a barbarian Horse Lord but when he died she picked herself up. She built an army of her own, conquered kingdoms, freed slaves, and repelled evil forces

Yasmine's soft black hair was as smooth as silk. After the hum of the dryer faded, Willow patted her on the shoulder. "Alright, your hair's still a little damp, so why don't you play for a bit before going to sleep?" "Mommy, can you tell me a story?" "Of course! What story would you like to hear?" "The Little Mermaid." "Alright." Willow cuddled her as they lay down. "A long, long time ago, there was a beautiful Crystal Palace in a vast blue ocean. In that palace lived the royal family of the mermaids, and they had seven princesses. Each princess had beautiful, golden hair…"

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.”

Zavian I was very interested in the reason why they needed me to lug this heavy fucking book. I hadn’t touched this book in years. I haven’t needed to. I personally didn’t know any of the Meridian. So, needless to say, when Emerald asked me if I have a book with all their symbols within it piqued my interest. I could see why Emerald would be interested in it, but when she said that Devon and Nate asked her to ask me about the book, I found that weird. The fact that no one outside the magic community had even heard, so when she said that, I was intrigued.

Beckett felt the desolation wash over him in waves, the past repeating itself. Beckett had barely hit adulthood the first time he had sparked for another. She had been perfect for him in every way. A beautiful water sprite, as steady as the tide and as wild as a stormy sea. He was smitten from the first meeting, his spark helping him forge onward. But, she had sparked for another, one of the merfolk of the deep sea.

Majori’s POV: I… am not dead? With great effort, I lifted my eyelids, feeling exhaustion deep to the bone. The first thing I saw was a high ceiling covered in old European motifs. The gilded patterns had faded with time, forming roses and winding grapevines that intertwined like a frozen garden suspended in the air. At the center hung a massive crystal chandelier, its glass droplets scattering faint light across the ceiling cold, yet exquisitely beautiful. This… was the room Vincent had given me when I first came to the Silverfang Pack.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.

She shook her head no, her auburn curls bouncing with the motion. "They're mermaids." Her mouth dropped open, and her face lit up with unadulterated awe. "Each night, while everyone is fast asleep in their beds, the mermaids swim up to the surface to collect all of the happy memories that people made that day." He tickled her stomach, and her laughter filled the night. "With each memory, every smile, and every laughter, that they pluck from the surface, the magic fills their hearts. And that's why they glow that beautiful color."

With quickened footsteps, she dashed to the shelf and found only two books still laying. Eyes closed and the outside world shut completely. "Focus and you shall get what you want!" She silently said to herself with hands that were raised halfway to the books. As soon as she opened her eyes, the bold, gold letters glowed on the backside of the two books. They began to mechanically shake and eventually fell from the shelf to her hands. "The Waters Beneath Will Deliver—The Winds Shall Redeem Me From NERIDA." "Why are there two books?" Amethyst halted to browse the black covered book. She only got a glimpse of the inside of the book which was empty. Turning to the gold-covered book, she glimpsed

Rumpled- Book 1 of The Steamy Fairytale Collection Eighteen years ago, when Rian, the greatest elf lender, was banished for asking for his payment—the young princess promised to him, he sought shelter in an old, dank castle. Filled with hate and resentment, his heart darkened with malice. But when a simple maiden, Ciara, asks for a warm bed and a hot meal, his once dark heart and other unmentionables twitch in desire once he realizes that she is his promised princess. As punishment for the kingdom’s ostracizing, Rian imprisons her, his only drive, to satisfy Ciara beyond her imaginations till she desires him… in return.