Mermaid Cleo Novels & Stories

“All done. Good as new. Can I put it back on you?” Cleo nods, and just as Laurel reattaches the amulet around Cleo’s neck, Margret, Yael, and Ciela enter the suite. Marisol helps Cleo to her feet and then steps aside as Margret steps up next to them and helps her into the thin silk slip of the traditional mating dress. Once Cleo is ready, Marisol, Laurel, Yael and Ciela make their way to the doors. With a smirk on her lips and satisfied that Cleo is no longer protected, Marisol stops at the doors and says.

However, Aqua was thrilled at the number of stars above them. Parking further from everyone else, Dawn finally killed the engine but let the air conditioner run. “I see it!” Aqua gushed as Dawn helped wind down her window and unfastened her seat belt. “That’s the mermaid, and beside it is the clownfish.” Nodding, Dawn looked up. He didn’t know what Aqua was talking about. However, listening to her babble about astrology in the mermaid language was interesting. Apparently, merfolk astrology differed from the ones humans created.

"I'm here to help!" "Goddess, Grace! How is this helping us? You sold your soul to the darkness?" Maddie's anger shifts in the air around them. "I had no choice Mads! Cleo has been eating lost souls and storing energy for the last two years! A couple of days ago, she built of an army of dehmons and banshees to help her resurface." Grace's head swings between Selene and Maddie.

Her eyes glistened with unshed tears. "As you know, I am Merida, and this is Kari. Next to Kari are her Beta Females, Claire and Chloe. Chloe is a mermaid." Seren looked at Chloe in shock and awe. "Then we have Luna Kailani, who you know. These are Luna Daisy from the Northern Ireland Pack, Luna Sheridan from the Isle of Wight Pack, Luna Ingrid, Kari's sister-in-law through her brother and the Luna of the West Nordic Pack. Then we have Luna Jemima from the Jersey Pack and Luna Sheila from the Gurnsey Pack. Finally, this is my Beta Female, Wendy who is the Granddaughter of the Queen of Witches and Warlocks."

It was a staggering amount of data to process before I’d even had caffiene hit. Beneath the barrage of dating alerts, the "Margarita Senoritas" group chat was already a war zone of activity. I tapped into it to find a selfie of Cleo and Marissa. They were jogging along the avenue, looking suspiciously glowy and athletic. Cleo’s black braids were perfectly contained, those pink tips flashing in the morning light, and Mari’s icy blue eyes were bright despite the hour.

I flick my eyes over my shoulder, indicating I needed help with the person at the door. "Hi." She says, holding back a chuckle and looking over my shoulder. "I'm Cleo." She pushes me behind her with one hand, blocking Angel's view of my lower half. She brings her hand back around to shake hands, smiling. I glance down and realize she's having to hold my shorts up on her hips with one hand. "Mm. I'm aware." Angel looks her up and down, pointedly ignoring Cleo's outstretched hand. I feel my wolf growling inside, angry at the blatant disrespect towards our mate.

“Holy fuck, Reese, you have to tell the Council! This is the 21st century, shit like that doesn’t happen to people like us!” “Okay, I might be exaggerating just a little. My dad, the ever mighty asshole, has agreed to an arranged marriage because I got rejected. Apparently I’m too young to find a suitable mate for myself and this Troy Madden is a …” “Did you say Troy Madden?” Cleo’s face was paler now and Reese frowned as she looked at her friend. “Yes. Why?” Cleo swallowed and looked past Reese before meeting her gaze. “Troy Madden is next in line for the Dark Claw Pack.”

Melina said, her voice laced with worry. Cleo nodded grimly, her mind racing with thoughts of their predicament. "You are so right about that. But why would she do that? She must have her own reasons, you know that. A serpent will always be a serpent, no matter how hard you try to tame it. We'll have to discard the water and find a fresh stream when we have the chance," she stated firmly, determination evident in her eyes. With a swift motion, she climbed down from the driver's seat, her movements quick and purposeful. "Melina, we must hurry," Cleo urged, her voice weighed down with urgency. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end as though an invisible presence loomed near. The king'

“Perfect. The serum is performing more than projected. Neural resistance to high-voltage overload, accelerated healing response… exquisite. I was curious to see what you’d do once it fully integrated. Kill them if you like, the two bitches are useless to me now. Just don’t think you’re walking out of this pack.” Cleo thrashed beneath me, eyes wide with terror, nails raking my arms. “Get off! I’ll kill you… I’ll…” Rage boiled over, but Jade’s words cut deeper than her claws. He wanted me alive, contained, a living experiment. I couldn’t give him the satisfaction of finishing Cleo here…not when escape was finally within reach. I shoved Cleo hard into the tall metal cabinet behind her, the impa

I asked, closing the distance between us. Cleo turned, and something in her face made my chest tighten further. She put on a small smile for me. “I’ve agreed to go running with Malta again later. I need to help however I can, Laurent. Maybe, I can even help find whoever really killed Richard.” I didn’t answer right away. I simply pulled her into my arms instead, burying my face against her hair. I allowed her warm scent to unwind the tight, furious knot that had been in my chest.