Lesbian Mermaid Novels & Stories

Instead it’s the ugliest little monkey, covered in fur, with sharp little teeth, beady eyes, and curled, clawed fingers. Anton and I both stare at the mermaid for a long, long moment before we burst into laughter. “See!?” Laila says, laughing just as hard as we were. “Mermaids in my world are like – pests! They’re horrible! They’re called ‘maids’ ironically because they’re the opposite – they’re the worst – they tear apart our nets and steal our fish! And then climb into the trees and eat the fish and drop the skin and scales on people walking beneath!”

A mermaid. "My work is done," she said, rising and pulling Leslie into a brief, tired embrace. It was only then that I noticed Leslie had returned at all—soaked to the knees, breathing hard, hair plastered to her face like she'd run the whole way through a storm to get back to me. The mermaid slipped out without another word, leaving a trail of damp footprints that evaporated before they reached the door. Leslie knelt again and offered me her hand. I took it, and my legs nearly gave out from under me as I stood.

Llewellyn was still afloat in the water and began to swim until a blonde mermaid had dragged him deeper below sea level making him no longer visible. Lucian's memory ended and he started at Katherine with amazement filled in her bright brown eyes, she whispered loudly, "She's a mermaid?" She turned to the side to see that Llewellyn was yet to return back from the forest. "She still has her tail but Clarissa doesn't have any mermaid powers, she lost her powers when Llewellyn turned her." So she was a vampire-mermaid hybrid with no mermaid powers? Katherine thought. Lucian chuckled thinking about the memory, "Sea creatures are very tricky, there are mermaids, mermen, and sirens and they don't

Jax asked when he finally entered the room. We both took turns giving Jax the rundown of our meeting. He like me was just as surprised at the variety of supernatural species that lived within Dublin. Half of them I never even knew were real, like the Merrow. Merrows are what the normies call a mermaid, except in cartoons they depict them as beautiful and innocent little women with a love for collecting shiny things. Well, Ariel aint got shit on a real Merrow, that’s for sure. Merrows are beautiful both in the sea and on dry land but they are also known for being quite vicious when they feel cornered or when someone tries to stake claim to something that is theirs.

I leaned against the cold stone wall, sinking into a hollow stupor for a long while. Just then, two servants passed by the dungeon door. Their hushed whispers drifted in, every word cutting deep into my ears. “Isolde’s cursed puppet craft is dreadfully perilous. She hunted and drained countless lesser merfolk for pearl curse powder, merely to gather enough ritual materials.” “Indeed. Once the puppet is complete, it will crush all rebels within the vampire clan, and drain this mermaid’s last breath entirely. Lowly foreign creatures are born to be offerings for our master’s sorcery.”

“Let me introduce to you a mermaid captured from the west coast of the continent!” After the host finished speaking, everyone stood up one after another, wanting a clearer look. They took off the cloth, and there was a mermaid curled up in a transparent glass case—quite similar in appearance to those mermaids in the movies. The mermaid was curled up into a ball, and no one could see her face clearly. A person standing on the side pressed a button. An electric current surged in the small glass case, and the mermaid inside rolled and howled in pain.

Luna nodded. “She isn't like them; she is a hybrid.” At the mention of her being a hybrid, Ashford and Bartram's eyes rounded in shock. “She is also a werewolf vampire.” Bartram inquired. “She doesn't look like she has the blood of a vampire to me,” Ashford muttered. “She isn't like me. She is a mermaid and a werewolf.” Another wave of surprise washed through them. “You mean to tell me that mermaids are still in existence?” Ashford asked.

"I am Meridia, assistant to the head of our council." I raised a brow like I was surprised. "They still don't let female head their council, what a shame. Females are weak creatures anyway and not to talk of a mermaid." Meridia didn't want to say another word. I wanted to tease her further. Besides, it was a witch's specialty It wasn't my fault that I was being too nosy. "You have a female merchild?" Meridia shivered for a split second and swallowed her sorrow. "I did."

Lotus said. "I don't want him to. I still have things to take care of" "What's your name?" "Anita," she replied. "Age?" "15" Anita replied. "Oh!" Lotus smiled. "How old are you?" Anita asked. "I clocked 2,500 today" Lotus replied and Anita smiled. "You look young but you're actually a mermaid who has lived for a long time," Anita said. "Women don't get old in Quenshi" Lotus replied and Anita's stomach rumbled.

Nigel gasped, and quickly the others turned to look at what had gotten him so baffled. There in the magical waves were two figures splashing around and staring at the crew with intense white eyes. "Mermaids," Lazarus whispered. Soon the rough sea became calm and one of the creatures shot up from the water and perched on the stones where the group stood. She had long lavender hair with pink and yellow seashells at the sides. Her ears were like snail shells and her nose was perfectly straight. She lifted her green tail with specks of purple scales and slammed it hard against the rocks, making some of it break off into the sea.