Lamia Merlin Novels & Stories

They just didn't want to. Luna had golden hair that stopped halfway down her slender back. Her eyes, a soft sea blue color. Her ivory skin seemed to have a permanent magical glow to them and her slender feminine body reminded you of a delicate rose. You'd want to touch it but you'd be scared you'd destroy it so you'd stare from a distance. She looked like some kind of Fae. Sreya personally believed she was a mermaid with legs. One look at her and you'd believe in supernatural beings.

Her heart thundered, her body torn between instinctive terror and something deeper, stranger, that drew her toward him. Scarlet swallowed hard, her fingers clutching the sheets. “Then… tell me. What are you?” Izel’s throat worked. His tongue flickered again, tasting the space between them. His eyes closed briefly as if the admission cost him. “Lamia,” he whispered. “I am Lamia.” The word hung heavy in the room, carrying centuries of weight she couldn’t begin to understand. Scarlet’s lips parted, her chest heaving. She should have been terrified. Should have screamed, run, done anything but stay frozen in his shadow.

But for now Yryhnna lives next to us, and I love feeling my big sister near to me. I hurried to grab my eyeliner and create an Egyptian eyeliner on my eyes, while Yryhnna's melodious voice called me, laughing, asking me to hurry. She was dressed in a bright red crop top that highlighted her fair skin and contrasted with her ruby red lips and blue eyes, her long black hair falling straight down to her hips. Yryhnna was undoubtedly the most beautiful mermaid I had ever known, she was 30 years old, but everyone believed she was younger than 20. One thing that mermaids have is longevity, our bodies produce collagen and glutathione in inhuman quantities, so it takes centuries before the passage o

Aberton holding the baby still in the mermaid’s purse. “What the hell?” JD said, surprised at what he saw. “She’s in an egg.” Both dads laughed. “It’s the amniotic sac.” Ty explained. “It’s called a mermaid’s purse.” “So we decided that instead of Angela,” Jaxon grinned, “we would name her Ariel.” “That’s a good name for a mermaid.” Gina agreed. JD looked at the woman and could only picture what Cheryl had told them a little over a week ago. It started off as a small chuckle. And then Jaxon snickered. And Jolene giggled.

I don't know if it's just me, or I am exhausted, Demons are not like humans, We don't feel temperatures, we don't get tired, and we don't get sick but my body felt weak as if I was visited by a succubus last night and if I was then it must have been a powerful one because I can't recall what was my dream about. Continuing to look outside, I saw Lilith and Mel loading her pink Lamborghini with luggage. I don't... and I think I will never understand humans, why she couldn't settle for a normal car, that Lamborghini only makes her an easy target. I watched as she drove off and Lilith stood watching her as well, maybe she has gone to visit family, or stay with a boyfriend.

“Pretty smart.. pretty smarts . Always knew my boy was smart. So, they basically work on their own 24/7?” “Yeah yeah.” she smiled, AGAIN! “So, how’s this my business? And why did you guys bring me here?” Chad asked with one hand holding the bedsheets he wrapped around his waist. “…the Medusa were looking for a woman, Aisha. Because she’s basically the only one who has ever come in contact with 'the fisheye'. And they’re seriously looking for the Fisheye.” “…whoa whoa.. wait, who’s Fisheye?” Chad interrupted.

“Mr. Lawrence calls me. Between, I want to know why the jackals were fighting the air after you fell.” A confusion stayed on my face for a while, and then a tiny voice of my wolf spoke to my mind, “she can’t see the witch, only the shifters and superhuman beings can see her.” And then I dropped my confusion off my face, looked into her eyes, and said, “you shouldn’t know this.” “Why, Leslie?” she asked “How do you know my name?” “You shouldn’t know this, too,” she said, looking away. “It sounds like revenge.”

She was in complete control. As Layla surged forward, I looked through her piercing gold eyes at my reflection in the mirror. What stared back at me was a massive, dark wolf, marked by two striking stripes of white fur running the length of her muscular body. It scared the hell out of me. "Bring me back." My voice echoed in her mind, but she wasn't listening. The moment she pivoted toward the left side of the room, I knew it was over. With a joyful, reckless bound, she sped past the mirror and vaulted straight through the window.

She said while stumbling over some of her words. What does that mean the wrong Luna, how could she be the wrong Luna. Then I remember that Sabrina is supposed to be the next Luina of this pack.