Mermaid Romance Novels & Stories

I whisper to Damian. “Only for you upright folks. It doesn't apply to Caspian,” Merida speaks, catching my attention. “And I am guessing, you know, because?” I ask, watching Merida. “I am his teacher,” she says, and I stare in shock. She is Caspian's teacher. How? Why? What is going on? “You're lying,” I argue. “Of course I am. You can believe that I am his lover, not you can't believe that I am his teacher in witchcraft,” Merida says.

His gaze held a mixture of gratitude and something deeper, a sentiment he seldom revealed. As she continued to dress his wounds, the room seemed to shrink, narrowing down to the unspoken connection between them. Raina, in your writing, delves into the complexities of their romance. The physical act of dressing wounds serves as a metaphor for the healing they find in each other amid the chaos of their lives. Let the readers feel the emotional nuances, the uncharted territory of love in the shadows.

Cold creeps from their porcelain skin as they are gossipping about one of their sisters who will be punished by Lord Martin, the arrogant werewolf leader of the Tikaluna tribe. A mermaid with luscious blonde hair and green eyes muttered anxiously, "She told me that their love affair started when the gorgeous gray werewolf saw her swimming on the north side of this river. She defended that their love develops when he promised our sister of mortality from Lord Martin through Nano, his loyal assistant." Another mermaid with cherry red curly hair with gray eyes mumbled with distress, " Yes, I heard that our sister lured the beast when she transformed into a human. They had their secret engagemen

She said. "Come on this is not a marriage proposal, do you think my marriage proposal will be as lame as this? I can be very romantic when I want to be you know." I said and she laughed. "You? Romantic? Okay tell me, how will your marriage proposal be?" She asked. "You'll only get to find out if you accept to date me now so do you?" I asked. "I told you so." She said. "What?" "I told you back then remember? You said you weren't ever going to fall in love, I told you that you will and I'll be here to say I told you so when that happens." She said and I laughed.

This is just another example of the curse of beauty, more proof of how drawing attention to oneself can bring only pain. “Finally tonight, we have a very special treat for you.” The Madam announces. “The stunning Viviane, so fierce she attempted to lead an escape here just last night, and so lovely she’s already captured the heart of an Alpha, who claimed her as his mate. No virgin to be sure, but a mermaid well accustomed to serving the needs of even the most dominant wolves.”

“You have given me a gift beyond measure, Mia. Not only your blood, but your unwavering trust and unconditional love. I am forever grateful for your presence in my immortal life.” I leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his lips, tasting the remnants of my blood. “And I am grateful for you, Jonathan. You’ve shown me a world of passion and devotion that I never thought possible. Drinking my blood is just another way for us to explore the depths of our connection.” As our lips parted, we sat there, locked in a moment of shared understanding and love.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.