Mermaid Short Story Novels & Stories

Daeira gasped before waking up into a dark sky once again while her attention immediately went to the violent splashing of the waters. She forced herself to bolt up and her eyes widened when the mermaid was engaged into a fight to one monster who was after her. By the looks of it, the mermaid was as if playing to the beast, throwing it with a sharpened water shapes that it roared so loudly when it pierced its chest. It fell down before it disappeared into a dust.

Just a little bit more and I can really achieve everything that is stated there. Flashback.. "This is the book!" I jumped happily and hurried home. I read the book as soon as I arrived home, just to be surprised by what it said. "Impossible! Impossible is what you're asking for!" I talked to the book after I read that page. It was as if it could hear me. What was posted there was, "There is only one weapon that can kill and destroy the chosen one. It's not a thing but a creature. A beautiful creature that is created by the king of demons' son and a mermaid, out of love.

---Merida’s POV--- So, a lot has changed starting with my location. I am now living in a castle, in a huge room that shows one of the mountains of the islands of Crysthalle, on Crusillia island. And I even got a puppy, a pug to be more precise. I named her Ladybug and am being taught how to care for her and train her.

He was baffled by my lack of knowledge of a world I wasn't very interested in, but I didn't say anything as he thought up a reply. "A sort of story where you see it with your eyes instead of reading or hearing it. But, anyways, the movie is about a mermaid that wants to become a human, and she transformed into a human to be with the one she loves. Can you turn into a human?" I've heard of mermaids that left their family and loved ones behind for a different species, very rarely humans, since they're a species famous to fall out of love quickly, but I never thought myself to be one of those mermaids. At the very least, if I were to abandon my mermaid counterpart for someone, it would be for a

haha We have come close to the three mermaids. The bald one has a wound in the chest and the other is holding a spear made of rusted iron with a tentacle-like head. The water was mixed with blood and suddenly I was nervous because aren't sharks sensitive to blood? What if the MEG is here? That might just turn us into a toothpick. The two mermaids looked at us and suddenly their mouths opened without a sound. They seem to be talking but we can't hear anything!

I tried to swim away, but my tail remained dormant due to multiple injuries. “We’ll make sure no one calls you pretty ever again,” the green-tailed mermaid said. She raised her hands and scraped my face with her nails. “You deserve to die,” one young mermaid spat, and others chorused in affirmation. In the corner of the pool, I was surrounded by jealous mermaids who taunted and injured me until I feigned passing out. Driven by fear, they eventually scattered and left me alone. When night descended, and they were all asleep, I seized the opportunity to rise and tend to my wounds. However, I then noticed something peculiar.

A wrinkle appeared between her eyebrows, her lips spread into a predatory smile, and Erida enthusiastically pressed the report to her chest like a lover's head. “Killed, devoured… What do I care about this nobody?! Gutted... like a fish,” the mermaid repeated aloud, rereading the lines. “There is no pearl — of course, where would it come from? Magic with a grain of sand. Mediocrity, not a guardian.” She remembered her youth. A very young, inexperienced and enamored girl, who was easily managed to be fooled by a lovelace known among newts (all he had from a noble origin was a name).

The werewolf reasoned with a strong conviction. A silly youngster mermaid swiftly glides at their middle, she proudly exhibits her orange fins and yellow scales, "Bulingaw should be blamed." Their eyes broaden while cocked a brow in surprise, the youngster mermaid continued, "He told Lord Martin about their love affair because he has a secret admiration for my aunt and he wants the werewolf out of her life. His comrade butterfly was seen peeking from the two in the secret side of the north river, she informed Bulingaw about it and his envy eyes pricked her yellowish powdery wings."

Serena stood frozen behind the snow-covered brush, her breath locked in her throat, eyes wide in disbelief. The mist above the river had parted just enough for the moonlight to catch the figure standing in the water. But it wasn’t just a figure—it was something she’d only ever read about in stories told beside fireplaces or scrawled in worn, forbidden pages of old books. A mermaid. Ethereal, breathtaking, and impossibly real.

While looking at the lights on top, the images regarding the mermaid gradually emerged in her mind. She told the story very slowly and very emotionally. As expected, it was more moving than when a manly man like Josiah told it. As Nia listened to the story, she actually was so moved that she started sobbing. After Meredith finished telling the story, she lowered her head and looked at Nia's teary eyes, and then said with concern, "Are you alright, Nia? It's actually just a story. It's not real." "I know it's a story, but I still feel very sad," Nia said while feeling moved, "Why did the mermaid have to become seafoam and disappear? Her prince would be very hurt like that.