Hawaii Mermaids Novels & Stories

My GPS had led me to the bridge that connected to one of the islands just outside of Miami, but there was no way this was the right bridge. “This can’t be right,” I said, as I checked the address for the second time. I looked out across the water to a small body of land called Virginia Key. Massive mansions decorated the top of the hills. It was by far the most prestigious area in all of Miami. This wasn’t just a well-to-do part of town. The people who lived on the Virginia Key were a different kind of rich. They weren’t millionaires. They were billionaires.

Perhaps not. “California. The ocean is calling me. What about you, where’s home?” Maybe she’s from here. Then again how could a dry ass desert produce such a precious gem of a mermaid? She curls her long red hair around her fingers, and smiles again. “I live in Malibu actually. I was just out here to hunt over the full moon.”

"Valen or Vaheed?" “It doesn’t matter,” I took another sip of coffee before proceeding, “I want airborne men at Oscianever Loch in the Pacific and a satellite report of the Islands of Holmeva Ferney.” My phone chimed. I took up the mobile and checked the messages. Sianna had responded, ‘Sure (heart emoji).’ I put the phone down and softly smiled before going back to our discussion. “The mermaid alluded that werelions attacked their tribe and are holding them hostage on the islands according to an order that I assigned.” I related, leaning forward and clasping my hands on the desk.

Hera was in pure ecstasy. While my mouth worked her bossom, my hands played her wet spot between her thighs. She was screaming with pleasure and so, I switched my positions. My hands worked the bossom and my mouth her wet spot. Hera screamed for the heavens to hear as she was being blessed by my tongue magick.

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.

Good day, dear readers. Since we have been on the subject of the Philippines Islands, I think we should continue on that theme... Besides its beautiful sunsets, Manila Bay is also famous for its “sirenas” or “mermaids”… during my time that is. I’ve listened to countless people back then, telling stories of seeing “something” swimming through the waves of the then clear and clean waters of Manila Bay. The local comic book story Dyesebel had its origins in these countless mermen and mermaids folklore as well. Besides, this isn't the only place in the world that boasts of mermaid sitings so one has to wonder, right?

That day, the sea was calm and bright above, but beneath the surface, the waters churned with strange, ominous power. Still, I never once experienced the torment I had in my last life. I gave birth swiftly to three healthy, black-finned mer-babies. When the Mer-King heard the news, he was overjoyed. He sent over several more chests of gold and silver and personally hosted a grand banquet in my honor. All the princes and princess-consorts looked at me with undisguised envy.

No one was free from its touch. The maids – they were all a little nutty. The guards and warriors said strange things. They talked about hunting dragons on the island and fucking mermaids in the sea. “Man, she was so wet, if you know what I mean,” a guard whispered to the other. “Where’s her cunt at?” the guard whispered back. “Is it in her fin?” “Nah, man. It’s in the back, near her but. A nice, big, wet hole. You should try it. Mermaids are the fucking best.”

- 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.

"Yes Melissa, I'm your sister, the people you call family are not really your real family, when you were born, you didn't have a fin but legs, even I don't know why, mother never told me anything. But after you were born, there was chaos and they wanted to kill you because you weren't one of us and to save you, I took you and brought you to the surface, the lady you call mama, she was fetching water, and when I saw her, I put her under my spell and manipulated her into thinking that you were her little sister and she had no option but to take care of you. I manipulated the whole village into thinking that the lady you've always known as your real mom, died when giving birth to you while in r