Mermaid Curse Novels & Stories

He couldn’t reconcile the child he had seen just days ago with the creature now before him. Marlon’s mind raced as he processed the impossible scene. His breath came in shallow gasps as he watched the mermaid in the pool, but then his gaze shifted. Standing beside the pool, her back turned toward him, was Carmela. Her presence confirmed the connection—this wasn’t just some fantastical creature from the sea. This was a part of the town, tied to the strange events that had plagued Eldoria for weeks. Marlon felt a knot form in his stomach as realization dawned. The mermaid wasn’t just some mythical being. She was a part of this place, a part of a curse that had taken hold of the town. And it wa

he began, “I’ve gathered you here to discuss the future of this coven. Reliable sources confirm the King’s mate is no ordinary wolf. She is not just a spared werewolf she’s a descendant of mermaid blood.” Gasps echoed around the dark chamber. “Yes,” Azaro confirmed, his voice filled with contempt. “We all know what it means to have mermaid blood within our land. I’ve consulted with a foreign sorceress she warns the curse tied to her bloodline is growing stronger. Because of her.” He paused, letting his words sink in before continuing. “That’s why I need your help. We must eliminate both her and Kael, and finally rid ourselves of this curse. It was his grandfather’s sin that brought this upon

Ander scoffed. “I don't know what's going on down south, but they obviously didn't give them full lessons,” Ander said and picked up the book. “Mermaids are bewitched creatures, once beautiful fish women, but they were cursed to eternal hunger and not being able to be satiated. They keep their song, so they lure unbound men to eat them and they gladly go because they can't tell the difference between the illusion.” Ander's explanation made sense. “How do I know what you say is true?” asked Caleb with a frown.

The ruler at that time was Draco Vahemir - the strongest Vahemir there is to exist. Each and every member of the Infernal bloodbath pack is born with a special ability, their teeth contains poison strong enough to kill a person within seconds. They are not like every regular werewolf out there. They are stronger, faster than the usual werewolf. I flip through the pages and stop at a prophesy. It is a drawing. A stake in a lady's chest, she is in the arms of a man, his head buried on her chest. I flip to the next page, there is another drawing. The woman is in his arms, his head is backwards, his mouth is widened- he should be screaming. There is no caption in either of the picture. The drawi

I said. Asa reached into the folder and pulled out a second document, older, the paper thick and yellowed and chopped in zigzag at the edges, covered in script I recognised as ancient pack text. “I went back to the original records of the curse. The ones from before your grandfather’s time.” He spread it on the table between us. “The curse was bound by blood. Ancient blood magic from the moon Goddess origin. The only thing that can break it is blood compatibility from a fated mate.” I looked at him.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.

And on that note, she swam out of the water. She muttered something to Mel, nodded and wrapped a robe around her body before walking away. “The curse,” Mel began as I got out of the water and sat on the seat opposite hers. She took out a big bag of blood from the blood cooler close to her leg. She’d probably hidden it while she accompanied Marguerite to the pool. She made a hole in the bag with her now outstretched fangs and poured the contents into her mouth slowly. Once she was done, she looked at me solemnly. “It activates every ten years. You have only one month left to make Marguerite yours, or you’d lose her forever.”

“As long as she’s wearing the necklace, I don’t see why not.” I nod slowly, then a pain radiates through my stomach. I clutch my stomach, and my mom pats my back. The pain radiates to my spine then my legs, as I topple over falling off the couch. “What’s happening?” I ask, praying it’s not what official death feels like, though I have to imagine it’s close. “Looks like Hazel found the spell.” The Goddess says cryptically. I glare up at her for more information, but she just smiles.

I went still. Cold clarity swallowed me whole. Rage—not mine—rose from deep inside. A presence older than Elara. Darker. The Curse. Miguma. I surrendered. My eyes opened underwater. They were no longer honey brown. They were pitch black. The sky above cracked open with thunder. Lightening tore across the desert— And rain—impossible, slicing rain—fell like shards of glass. Melody jerked back from the waters edge, eyes wide. “What—what’s that?!”