Lullaby Mermaid Novels & Stories

I knew I needed to act fast to avoid losing my right to some mermaid. “I’m not interested in what you found Tabitha,” I said and focused my attention on the spell book Tabitha had given me the previous day. With Naia’s here, everything was going smoothly. Tabitha lets me practice every new spell on Naia and after that, she wipes Naia’s memory. Naia is like a guinea pig for practicing each spell I learn, which is the right place for mermaids. No mermaid deserves to be above us werewolves and over my dead body will I, an ordinary sea creature become the Luna of my pack. “The Alpha’s mermaid is missing,” I heard Tabitha say to Naia.

And once the Merdragon was finished he shifted into a Merman and began swimming away to his abode, Tide was following closely. When they arrived at Naga's home, Tide took his time to look around the beautiful home of the Elder. He has magical furniture and millions of soulbutterflies floating around in glass confinement; their constant buzzing added a certain calming tone to the abode making it seem as though the Whispering Ghosts were within the walls of the Merdragon's home. There were shelves lining every wall each filled with different kinds of magic spell books and magical musical instruments, the Merdragons adores music and they played the most beautiful tones in all of Aquarial.

Ophelia nods. "But let's go inside, I don't want the other's to see our fallen family." Lilith nods understanding. "Remember we're going underwater," Ophelia told her as they neared the ocean, Ophelia placed her thumb on Lilith's forehead, whispering. "Syreni." it was Latin as Ophelia and Lilith dived into the water. (Mermaid) She felt her legs stick together as they morphed into a tail. Her tail was grey like the moon as was her hair. "You look like you were supposed to be a mermaid," Ophelia told her, Lilith smiled.

A wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows, her lips spread into a predatory smile, and Erida enthusiastically pressed the report to her chest like a lover's head. “Killed, devoured… What do I care about this nobody?! Gutted... like a fish,” the mermaid repeated aloud, rereading the lines. “There is no pearl — of course, where would it come from? Magic with a grain of sand. Mediocrity, not a guardian.” She remembered her youth. A very young, inexperienced and enamored girl, who was easily managed to be fooled by a lovelace known among newts (all he had from a noble origin was a name).

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."

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.”

Having someone with this level of charm is rarer. With her eyes closed, Aqua fuelled her emotions into a melody that spun itself. She could almost see the stormy waters on a cold night with tumultuous waves crashing onto the shorelines. Her frustrations at the waitress who dared covet her human with equally humanly reasoning poured out like torrents, captivating all within the bar. A similar glassy look fell across everyone’s eyes as they stared at the blonde mermaid, who sang her heart out.

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.

she ordered his colleagues. They came over swiftly, holding her arms and legs. They were stronger! Her struggles were useless against their power. “Please… she begged … don’t do this.” She cried as he stood over her and unbuckled his belt. “You need to be taught a lesson. We are Medusa’s princes , others are bastards!” “.. I’m begging you... Ple…” she was interrupted by another blow on her face. She was numb for a few seconds, she could not cry or shout or think or do anything.

The waterfall just made it more exquisite. I had gone around these woods before, but I never realized that there was a beautiful spring here. “Do you remember when we were kids, there was this tale about Moon Goddess descended to the Earth on the night of the brightest Full Moon?” Elliott asked, almost with a whisper because he didn’t want to ruin the nature’s sound.