Lullaby Mermaid Novels & Stories

The blood of the most powerful maiden reflected unto the waters where she baths dispersing it slowly and evenly turning the waters into a pool of blood with the image of death that surrounds that past. “I swear, that end will not happen in this very loop.” Whispering her conviction, the mermaid sings another song. A song of waiting, unknown adventure and promises. From the lady who always is waiting for her man. A tale old song from the Sailors, that mirrors someone she dearly knew.

The storm that night was terrifying for everyone out at sea, including Theodor and his dad, Carl. "Pull up the nets! Don't let the waves cut them loose and take the fish we've caught tonight! Secure the anchor and use all your strength!" Carl yelled amid the rain and flashes of lightning, accompanied by the roar of waves that seemed like they would crush their boat in one sweep.

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…"

Her welcoming smile held something disturbing in it with menacing mulberry eyes that trapped your soul into them. It was her. A beautiful mystery of the sea. The one who kept me alive. And none other than the ruthless mermaid who rained terror in my dreams. For a moment, I gazed, immersing myself in her gleaming seductive orbs. Whereas, the song that she released pacified the brewing disorientation that lingered in my head and I was mesmerized. Unable to look anywhere else from the picturesque background of the swarm of jellyfish doing graceful ballet behind her as they open and close their bells in their luminescent hues of pink and yellow to scoot away.

The air bladder, carefully connected to the carriage, provides additional buoyancy to counteract the weight of the luggage and the mermaids within. Marine and Naida slide into the carriage, making themselves comfortable and scooting to one side to create space for Nerissa and Madissa. The mermaids exchange glances and share a moment of excitement, ready to embark on this adventure together. Nerissa takes a brief pause, wrapping her arms around her mother, Queen Chloris, in a heartfelt embrace. The bond between them is strong, and Nerissa finds comfort and reassurance in her mother's presence. Simultaneously, Madissa finds solace in the embrace of her own mother, Queen Ametysta, who has arriv

Although Hernie was unsuccessful in catching the underwater variant, she caught a glimpse of it up close and described it as the wig-wearing variant. “It sounds like a mermaid,” Zen mused and studied the description. Apparently, the mermaid variant only appears when it hears a familiar song. The mushroom variant researcher had no idea what type of song it was, but she mentioned the sound of string instruments attracted the mermaid variant to the surface. Coincidentally, Zen knew only one person on this dungeon floor who played any string instrument. “Hm~ Hm hm hm~” Zen hummed along to the song in the game’s background ambience in front of Mandy’s shrine, enjoying the peaceful setting.

In any case, Rave certainly would have felt right at home in such a place. The most fun part of the whole dream, though, was when three beautiful mermaids suddenly appeared off the coast playing with a pod of dolphins. Mermaids hardly fit with the fearsome beasts Leesa had dreamed about up until then, so it was a nice shift. The mermaids carried a message for the kids. Leesa wished she hadn’t awakened before she got to hear what the message was. She couldn’t begin to imagine what the mermaids might have said to the Miracles.

I was losing. I was falling...falling into a sea of pleasure. Why did this feel so different? It was far more delightful than ever. Was it because Blue was a mermaid? Was that it? Maybe making love to a mermaid came with their own benefits. I withdrew and thrust again, and again while I feasted on her lovely breasts. My breathing roughened and I heard Blue's melodious cry as I went faster, her legs tightening around me and her nails were digging into my flesh. Her screams were buried with my mouth on hers, and I waited until Blue's body stopped convulsing beneath mine.

And then—music. A lullaby, soft and familiar, whispered through the air. The same song that always played in my dreams—mother’s song. It grew louder, stronger, wrapping around me like a call from the deep. Hot liquid ran from my nose. Blood. My body trembled as something stirred inside me. My wolf growled to life, my mermaid power humming through my veins. I felt it before I saw it. The pool in the center of the cave glowed with deep oceanic light—blues and greens swirling like a storm. Then, from beneath the surface, something burst forth. A radiant object landed gently atop my head. Warm. Familiar.

As she watched the crowd come and go, she waited for her beloved. She lay on the rock, waiting and waiting, longing for him day and night, but he did not come. She shed a single tear every day. On the reef, the tears gradually accumulated. In the end, the mermaid was almost out of tears. When she shed her last tear, she disappeared, and on the reef, there was a sapphire in the shape of a water droplet. The sapphire was like the mermaid’s tears. It was transparent and had a mysterious feeling. Rumors circulated that after gazing at it for a long time, some special people could see the sea, the stars, and the waves inside.