Mermaid Motel Novels & Stories

She found a message from Moses. Duck and cover. There was a link to something on YouTube. Frowning, she loaded the video. As soon as it filled her screen, her fingers tightened on the phone. "Oh shit." * * * To Athena's mind, some disasters unequivocally merited getting shit-faced. As it happened, there were only two places to get drunk in Eden's Ridge. Elvira's Tavern catered to the respectable crowd, the nice folks who rarely indulged enough to start a bar fight. As it was also where Kennedy worked as a bartender, and as Athena had absolutely no intention of talking this shit out with her sisters, it was automatically off the table.

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My name is Elora and I reside at the Blue Mountain Packhouse. I have a slim figure, long curly blonde hair which I usually wear up in a bun so it is out of my face. My eyes are a deep blue which I love. I am not a normal girl though. You see I am a shewolf, my rank at the packhouse is an omega. I don’t know my parents because they passed away when I was just a tiny baby, so I don’t have any memories of them. The only thing I have is a necklace locket from my mother. I have never taken it off because it makes me feel close to her spirit.

Dried cum still covered her face and breasts. “We have to stop all of this,” Ryan said, his voice filled with concern. “Take off the collar and clamps. I will figure out how to fix this so you can get your things from the house and still make your flight tomorrow.” He pulled into the parking lot of the Starlight Motel. Half the letters on the sign were missing and the remaining ones buzzed and flickered. Several prostitutes lingered near the vending machines and stairways, watching their car closely as Ryan got out.

She tucked the covers (which smelled strongly of bleach) under her arms, staring at the chipping paint on the ceiling. Even though Coney Queen was located at the side of a road, the entire area was silent. The motel itself housed only two guests apart from Kat and Calix. Not a popular place, apparently, which explained why the old man at the desk had been more than glad to provide them more comfort, despite their beat-up appearance. Maybe he'd thought that all they needed was a bit of cleaning up and they'd be normal guests. Well, they'd done a lot of cleaning up, but they were still fucked up.

Samantha wakes up to the sound of birds chirping outside Adam's window. She turns her head and sees Adam sleeping peacefully next to her. Memories of the previous night flood her mind, and she feels a mix of guilt and excitement. She slowly gets out of bed, careful not to wake him up, and quietly dresses. As she stands by the door, she takes one last look at Adam's bedroom, feeling a pang of sadness. She wishes things could be different, but she knows she can't stay. She walks out of the room and closes the door behind her, tiptoeing down the stairs.

No one can escape me, unless I want them gone. “Then?” “I asked her where she wanted to go.” “And?” “She threw money on the seat,” his voice shakes, “A lot of money. A call rang on her phone, she switched it off.” Silence falls, “Where did you take her?” “To a motel.” My eyes lift, “What motel?” “I don't remember the name, but I can take you there.” “Good.” The building is barely standing, flickering neon, peeling paint. Broken windows patched with cardboard. The kind of place rats would avoid.

She said, "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 said, "They know you are good at uniting species. They want to ally with the mermaids." I said, "Sweet! We could do the same!" He said, "The Queen of the Mermaids lives in one of the lakes in Nebraska." I said, "Really? I would've thought she lived in the ocean or the sea?" He said, "Nope. This lake is her childhood home, so this is where she feels most comfortable." I said, "That is so cool."

Perfect for ghosts. "There," Adrian pointed to a faded sign. "Astoria Motor Lodge. Cash only." The motel looked like it hadn't been updated since 1975. Cracked concrete, rusted railings, the kind of place where drug deals happened and nobody cared. But it was anonymous, and anonymity was all we had left. Adrian parked away from the street, tucked between a delivery van and a pickup truck with a missing bumper. "Stay here," he said. "I'll get us a room."

Her eyes roll back, her body clenching around me, and I hold her through it, my lips pressed to her temple, whispering the only thing I know she needs to hear. “I’ve got you. I’ll never let you go.” There has to be a way to stop this, to fix it. I'll figure it out, I'll make sure she gets over this. There has to be a way, before, faes were mated to wolves, merfolk, everything.