Mermaid Moana Novels & Stories

Sibyl’s POV “Oh, I want to thank Manolo. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't have found the unicorn.” “You!” Manolo scowled at the Queen. I've never seen Manolo so angry. The guests murmured, not knowing who Manolo was. The Queen tapped her glass with a silver spoon. “My dear guests, let me explain. He is Manolo, the only mermaid on the continent.” “Mermaids are not extinct.” Everyone is talking about it.

Morris attempted to throw a crumpled cupcake paper cup from the ones we ate earlier, but it only got blown by the wind. "Another insult!" She yelled. "Sierpenti lives in the ocean. Like I said, he has a tail, fins, and gills that make him move faster than any other being in the water. Well, after all, he is a God." "So . . . He's a mermaid?" "What on Luminozenko is a mermaid?" We stared at one another for a good couple of minutes until she tried to throw another paper cupcake at me. Poor cupcake paper.

She needed to reach the wound to save him. Mermaids were creatures born from the magic of the ocean, according to Aqua’s mother. On the nights of full moons and new moons, they can use an ability to save a life for a price. Unfortunately, it was not a new moon or full moon when she was severely injured by the orca. Aqua remembered crying until there were no tears left. However, she could not call upon the magic of the moon to save her mother. Tonight, she could finally use her ability to save someone.

It would be best to start clarifying everything. "Those mermaids are not like us, they are half monster, half fish. They are Irish Syren, Oceania´s enemies, and they are our enemies," I explained. "And you are not half fish, half monster? I saw how you transformed when you protected your sister, and it was quite terrifying," he replied. And I felt his doubt as a painfull knife. I felt his eyes on me. It was, because when a mermaid gets angry, she becomes like an animal, we unleash our animal instinct."

"Valen or Vaheed?" “It doesn’t matter,” I took another sip of coffee before proceeding, “I want airborne men at Oscianever Loch in the Pacific and a satellite report of the Islands of Holmeva Ferney.” My phone chimed. I took up the mobile and checked the messages. Sianna had responded, ‘Sure (heart emoji).’ I put the phone down and softly smiled before going back to our discussion. “The mermaid alluded that werelions attacked their tribe and are holding them hostage on the islands according to an order that I assigned.” I related, leaning forward and clasping my hands on the desk.

She laughed, "Okay. I will leave them alone." Damien and I got in the Hummer with Ely and Eivin and we left for the airport. Once we were in the air, I asked Damien why they want us there. I didn't think we could offer much help. He replied, "They know you are good at uniting species. They want to ally with the mermaids." I smiled, "Sweet! We could do the same!" He agreed, "The Queen of the Mermaids lives in one of the lakes in Nebraska." I furrowed my brows, "Really? I would've thought she lived in the ocean or the sea?" He shook his head, "Nope. This lake is her childhood home, so this is where she feels most comfortable." I smiled, "That is so cool."

"I would love to see you try, bro." What was that scent? I brought my nose close to Phoenix, going on my tiptoes, took a long sniff and sighed. "You smell nice." His face went red. I had no idea why. "Uh...Okay. Thanks, I guess." Alec cleared his throat. "In all seriousness, we were just talking about mermaids. I'm so fascinated by mythical creatures. Did you know that more than eighty percent of the world's oceans have been undiscovered? Imagine if they did some serious underwater researches, they may come across merfolks. Who knows there are probably some beautiful mermaids down there. Blue could totally look like one."

She fixed it up and made it nice and sat it in her backpack for the clumsy boy she met at Deadmans Bridge. But overall, he's nothing how her mother described him to be. She always told her to stay away from white men because of how dangerous they are, especially to people like Ariel. Ernest wasn't like that all, in fact, he's more of a danger to himself than anyone else, really. After Ariel finished her shower, she went into her room and put on her clothing for today, a yellow dress and yellow bow with her little black shoes. Once Ariel finished lotioning down and putting on her clothes, her biggest challenge had come, her hair.

Moana’s POV The air in the forest was so cold it felt like needles on my skin. I stood in the dark shadows, my back against a large pine tree as my hands shook. They were covered in small scars from years of hard work, because I had spent the whole day cleaning and scrubbing floors at Elder Rodrigo's house. The smell of the cleaning polish was still on my fingers, stinging the little cuts on my skin. In the Blackthorn Pack, I was a ghost. My name is Moana Ashclaw, but nobody called me that. To them, I was just a servant girl. I was the girl who lived in the cold cellar and ate the leftovers from the dogs.

He returned accompanied by a pair of older fellows and was holding a metal box in his hands. The metal mermaid alumina; it was called that because it was made from the scales of Sea Kings which were 100ft tall mermaid shaped creatures that had tridents for arms. Xasha wanted one of those tridents, the metal was the best Xasha had known for storing and channeling mana to cast spells.