Novel & Cerita Mako Mermaids Ondina

Kai set her down upon the sand just as the glowing sun blossomed in the cloudless sky behind them. “That was definitely cool,” she said, rewarding him with a quick peck on the cheek. “And very comfortable, too.” She looked out over the ocean. Twenty-five yards or so off shore, she spied Selene, Colella and Tamika bobbing in the water, waving to them. The mermaids’ long, jet black hair floated on the surface around their heads, making it look from a distance as if they were floating in small oil slicks. Leah waved back. “They can’t swim much closer to us,” she said, smiling. “So I guess we’re gonna have to get wet.”

They were shaped like nautilus shells, their hulls shimmering with a mathematical beauty that made the Sun-Spire look like a child’s toy. A single figure emerged from the lead vessel. She was small, delicate, and dressed in robes of living silk that seemed to change color with every breath. Her skin was a pale, translucent green, and her eyes were three pupils arranged in a triangular formation. "I am Ondine, the Weaver of the Third," she resonated. Her voice wasn't a sound; it was a physical sensation of alignment. "The North has achieved a crude stability. You have healed the surface, but you have left the Molecular Debt unpaid. We have come to bring the Order of the Jade to the Emerald Se

"Good morning class. We have a new student amongst us today. Can you please stand and introduce yourself?" I confidently stand up from my seat beside Thea. "Hello everyone. I'm Onda. Onda Silver Thorne." "Talk about weird names." A male voice behind me says causing some people to snicker. I ignore him and continue. “I’m 17 years old and I’m from…” I can’t say Zorah now can I? Say Australia. "Australia?" That came out more as a question. "Where in Australia?" The teacher asks. Katherine. "Katherine?" That also came out as a question.

the woman responded but Mel shook her head. "Okay what's going on and who is this woman?" I asked Mel. "She's Arianna, my friend," Mel happy said but all the woman did was glare at me when I looked at her. "I don't get it! Your friend? From where?" I asked and soon dad uncle Ryan and Kaden shifted back into their human forms with one of the warriors who were there throwing them each some shorts to wear. "She's my mermaid friend from the village. Well she's not a friend but she's more like my mom she's very nice," she responded smiling lightly and all I did was raise a questioning eyebrow.

Jasmine POV: “Merking …?” I whispered under my breath and narrowed my eyes on Oceano, by looking at his face I could tell that he was not lying A merman is male specie of SIREN….he too has his bottom half body of fish while upper half body of human… and just like Siren even they have ability to enchant opposite sex.. which mean a Merman generally feeds on flesh and power of a women’s while Siren attacks male human... as for Merking, he is ruler all Siren and Merman…. which mean every single Siren and Merman follows his order… mover over a Merking is gifted with some special powers as per his birth situation… like humans a Merking is not decided by bloodline but he is decided by the strength

*In the Present* Jason’s eyes widened in awe at the beauty who had just appeared in front of him. Her hair was slightly curled at the edge, highlighting her innocence. Large coral eyes looked at him with interest, her minimal makeup making her features even sharper. The mermaid dress she wore fit her perfectly, brushing on the floor as she walked. It was backless with silver glitters bordered around the neck. The sadistic trio had magically hid her scars with make up. Her hair softly swayed against the air while her pearly skin glowed under the light. She was not so tall, barely reaching till his shoulders but she seemed to be in her late twenties.

Zayn said and resumed fighting in his human form. V took a sharp breath and took out the bell he had. He stroked it three times and the water started to get disturbed along with a lot of splashes gaining everyone's attention. from the water came out the mermaids troops but everyone's eyes fixed on the Queen of mermaids who was sitting on a octopus which was at least 20 feet big. "Damn this shit!" the king of witches whispered before yelling "Everyone towards that thing!"

The look on her face is priceless and I'm the lucky bastard who gets to capture it on camera. I've been taking videos of Ophelia since the day she was born, recording every milestone in case Regina misses something important. She's so busy running an empire that she barely gets to see her daughter. As the good samaritan that I am, I sometimes take advantage of that. But only because the woman is stubborn. She's blind to anything that doesn't involve Vincelli organization. So far, I've wrangled two dinners and three drink dates from her in exchange for the videos. The footage I took today will earn me a drink or a dinner date depending on her mood.

The rest of the walls were adorned with shells—tortoise, oyster, starfish—gleaming faintly as if still alive. Rhea smirked, unimpressed. “Pretty decorations. A little dramatic, don’t you think?” A sudden splash. She whipped her head toward the pool just as a golden tail flicked above the surface. Then the Mermaid rose, hair slick and shining, a seashell crown catching the light. A seashell bra clung to her chest, a seaweed skirt swayed at her waist, her golden tail glimmering beneath her. For a moment, Rhea’s breath caught. The creature was dazzling. But she quickly tilted her chin high.

“Is that?” The woman’s lips lifted, as if she could hear my breathlessness. As if she were pleased to have rendered me speechless. “That is Isla,” Orion replied, “Goddess of the Sea and Queen of the Merfolk.” It was Azrael that approached and explained our desire to seek out the Chasm. The mermaids surrounding Isla seemed to drift closer to the shore, giggling as they drank in the sight of my mate. I couldn’t bring myself to feel jealous, not when I was too busy marveling at them. They were stunning, beautiful in a way that felt otherworldly.