Mermaid Grimm Novels & Stories

His head snaps towards my direction his empty grey eyes stare at me I jump scared tripping on the bedside table that makes a loud bang falling on my butt I could hear heavy footsteps rushing this way I hurry picked up the table and rush the way I came as I slide the window shut I hear the door open "Repbisni ti emirale" i hurry to say not caring if I was heard or not, I run as fast as my legs could take me,my whole body buzzing,I jump through the portal falling on my knees my legs turned jelly as I emptied my stomach of it's contents on the sand suddenly breathing felt hard every breath feeling like poison,my eyes widened in realization KIMORA had returned…

I suddenly felt as cold as the river of knives, Nastrond, where the Damned were felled and rotted eternally. I remembered more of the grueling vision of my Magicked reverie and shuddered, slamming down my brush and burying myself in white wolf fur blankets up to my chin as I was wracked with chilly, subarctic blues like the damned Beast herself. I closed my peridot green eyes to recall my monster's visage. There Queen Jarngrimr was, a black omen burning on my cornea, peering into the depths of my wicked soul. She pet my sunstained hair. She reached, deep within me, and plucked at the black rose within.

“Agatha already had what she needed for the antidote and could easily cast the calling spell. You were always the intended target, Merida. A willing child. Merida’s face went as red as her hair. “But something or someone scared Agatha off before she could enact her overall plan. “You got lucky,” Kristopher told her. “Yes, but what about the next child?” Merida said through gritted teeth, possibly annoyed at herself for being so easily manipulated. “That is where the problem lies. Finding her before she has a next victim. But for now, we need to save your mom.” I say hopefully as I held up a vial to the light, ready to add the last component to the mixture. A Griffen’s tear. “Let’s hope it i

This time, Grim flew backwards, landing on some scattered concrete. “Just… die…” I growled as my wolf came out. She didn’t want to just rip his heart out. She wanted him to suffer. Stepping on his leg, the snap was louder than any growl in this valley. Grim started to growl, but she picked up his face and smashed it into the concrete. Again and again, she grabbed his hair and kept smashing it in until he wasn’t moving. Finally, she grabbed what little was left of his head and snapped his neck for good measure. “DEMI!” Luca grabbed my shoulders and forced me to look at him.

“He’s a Grimalkin.” There’s silence. A long, drawn-out silence. One that has me adjusting my position on Crimson's lap. “Hunji?” I finally say wondering if he was still there. I hear him clear his throat. “He’s also my mate.” I drop the last part on him and can tell by the sharp intake of breath and the slow release it was a huge surprise to him. “Goddess be Tawny.” I hear him swipe a hand over his face, his palm brushing against stubble. “Grimalkins are as rare as Skinwalkers. Maybe even more so.” He finally says.

Fighting is what I do best, not marriage or assuming my position of King so soon, but desperate times means desperate measures. Travis pauses before speaking and I'm immediately annoyed by his hesitation. "Spit it out already!" I bark out. He flinches, "Yes sir! Right away sir. Well... erm, there's been a sighting." He stutters out. "A sighing of what?" I ask moving closer to Travis. Ugh it's probably another shark or something. "A ship. A pirate ship. Black and silver sails and a dark wooden body. In.. in Crab Cove." He stammers.

A creature with pitch-black fur stood on all fours, its head raised as if it were staring directly at her. Maera's eyes widened, her body freezing in shock. ‘No, this isn’t real,’ she murmured to herself. “Grim, or the Black Shuck—an omen of death.” Maera recalled her best friend's words from the other day. ‘No. That’s just a wild dog, not Grim,’ she whispered to herself and hastily slammed the window shut. “Nothing bad is going to happen to me or Grandma. Everything’s going to be fine. It was just a wild dog, not Grim,” Maera whispered again, trying to convince herself.

Now, answer my question. :Someone is a little testy this morning. That is why you should sleep more. See, I am not as grumpy as you are. And yes, Warrior, a merrow is a female who can transform between being human and a merrow. They are quite violent and lead men into the merrow's snares to devour them. Does your sibling say where he came across such a creature?: "Are you not going to answer me?" Karl scooted closer, his voice still a harsh whisper. Famallumi just stared at both of them, obviously unsure about the wisest course of action.

“Dear diary. I think my time is near. I can feel it. My powers are running towards my daughter, and the only heartache I have is Grim. He has lost himself in violence; I can't even recognise the sweet boy I gave birth to. Meredith has not come back to the packs, and he is walking around unmoved. Nothing pains me more than seeing my two angles fight. I know Meredith would be more than willing to come back. I try to speak to her regularly through a spell, and she keeps on telling me about how she missed home. If her brother is still angry with her and she would love to come home, but she wants her brother to get her, and I know Gruk would never. He has lost his humanity and adores being called

It felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. I blinked a couple of times to remove the dry, burning sensation that had formed. "I can't really answer that, you'd have to ask a Witch or Warlock," I needed to speak to Vivienne about this. The full moon was near and I needed to prepare for it the best way that I could. "Merfolk transform into their natural form if they aren't already. They basically crave the flesh and blood of sailors," so if I were a Mermaid I would want to eat a human. Vera and Elliot are humans. Annalise is a human. They weren't sailors but I couldn't imagine eating them. Had my mother ever eaten a human before? My head was spinning and my stomach was churni