Mermaid Mako Island Novels & Stories

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

The moment his parents laid eyes on him, their faces were etched only with anxiety and sorrow. “Where is Aurora? Take us to her at once. A mermaid cannot survive far from the deep sea. She will dissolve into foam and vanish forever.” A heavy dread sank in Lazarus’s chest, yet he forced himself to remain cold and unyielding. “She defied Isolde and has been confined in the forbidden storage chamber. Father, merfolk possess tenacious vitality—she will not perish so easily.” “Set her aside. Tell me, where have you been all these years?”

glowed with a steady, sapphire light. "And?" Audrey asked. "The Sea of Salt’s End isn't a cliff, Mother. It’s a bridge," Mara said, handing over a roll of new, high-density parchment. "There are islands. Not made of glass or ice, but of living wood. They have their own resonance. They call it 'The Pulse'."

He seemed to be saying: get used to this. And to think I almost turned Joemar down. Dessert was a peanut butter cheesecake with a strawberry drizzle, and a scoop of vanilla ice cream on the side. Roman stood up and addressed the table while everyone else ate. “Our itinerary for the next few weeks,” he announced. “The Majestic will sail south to the island.” “What island?” I asked around a mouthful of cheesecake. “Mr. Soriano’s private island,” Roman replied simply. “Off the coast of El Nido,” Andre whispered to me.

Looks like Colton, but less bulky- Ross. I’m guessing it’s Catia and Ross. I swam closer to them, raising a questioning eyebrow at the two as they silently stared at me. “Hello? Are you guys okay?” “You have a tail? So fucking cool.” Ross says, crouching down to get a better look. They really should explore more. I see alot of mermaids. Well most of them are in Hawaii, but there are a few in New York. By a few, I mean at least a hundred thousand.

She understood that, but as the amazement at the number of armour-clad infantry and vehicles faded away into the length of the swim, she struggled to maintain a decent pace and they lost sight of even the tail end of the army in time. When they neared the island, however, her exhaustion was lost in awe. As far as she could see, there were vehicles parked on the seabed, and the water was so thick with Mer that all other sealife had scattered and the water was misted with sand stirred by the unusual amount of traffic. As they made their way through the press of bodies to the beach, she realized that the land was no different. There were many campfires and barely any pathways between the Merfol

As the jade amulet vibrated, the barrier began to crack and dissolve into nothingness. The whole spectacle was over in less than five seconds. Observed by the crew aboard the Lord of War, scrutinized by the Temple of War's vigilant members, and under Alexander's piercing gaze, a verdant island spanning twenty kilometers slowly emerged at the heart of the ocean. "The Unnamed Island, that's the one marked on the Black Maple's USB drive!" Without a moment's delay, Alexander commanded with a thunderous voice, gazing down at the island, "Fighter jet Aledandra, descend and land immediately!"

“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.

Dawn said while staring right at me. "Fuck off, Dawn. You don't know anything about me!" I squealed. I couldn't stand here quietly while she spouted bullshit. I felt Logan's arms wrap around me. "Shh...she isn't worth it." Dawn ignored me and kept her eyes on him. "Consider this my final warning. Stay away from Marina. Eddie, Mike, Jason, they all fell for her lore and look where they ended up? Dead and buried. You'll be joining them very soon," she hissed.

For her third and fourth day, Mizuko spent it all with Kenshi. They went swimming on the river, the other one camping. They stargazed and wish on shooting stars. In all those days, Mizuko wished she could do those again with Kenshi. She wished she wasn’t blinded by revenge then. “Mermaids here are very terrible. They drown people they do not like,” Mizuko told Kenshi. One time when she decided to come along with her father’s mission, they needed to cross the sea. She heard a beautiful melody and she didn’t notice she was under a spell until her brother covered her ears.