Mermaid Tails H2o Novels & Stories

Timmy’s invisible imagined how the real Timmy felt as he woke up that fateful night atop the watery altar, seeing the names of past initiates in red ink, appearing and disappearing on the top surface. As the intensity of the sparks increased, one by one, seven beautiful mermaids appeared around the watery altar. They stood close to the horns, and held their hands together around the altar. They soon started mumbling inaudible incantations, while concentrating their gaze on the watery altar at the same time. Up till this very moment, I wondered how they managed to stand on their tail fins as their jet black hair shone on their naked bodies, from their waist up. Suddenly, the seven mermaids be

Maddie gasped when Marina suddenly wrapped her hand around her neck. Her grip is slowly getting tight so Maddie desperately tried to squirm away but to no avail. She is starting to have a hard time catching her breath and she’s also slowly losing consciousness. Marina stopped tightening her choke on Maddie as she needed her alive. She dipped her feet into the lake and as soon as water touched her skin, a tail replaced her feet. Maddie’s eyes widened when she saw how Marina transformed into a mermaid.

But before I can protest, the god’s hand begins to glow again, and a sharp pain shoots through my head. For a moment, everything goes white, and then it fades to blackness. When I open my eyes again, I find myself standing on the edge of a rocky outcropping overlooking a vast and glittering sea. My legs are gone, replaced by a tail that shimmers with iridescent scales. All around me, I see others like me–mermaids of various colors and sizes, some laughing and playing in the waves while others swim deeper into the ocean, their tails flashing in the sunlight.

I can hear Marina’s steady slumbering breath as clear as day – and so could any of my kind. Viviane leans down and scrubs at the ankle with the damp towels, slowly revealing a stark white brand on the outside of her leg. “Nerissa wasn’t lying.” She murmurs, her usually lyrical tones thick with emotion. “I’m a mermaid.” _______________ Viviane is watching me as if I might burst into flames at any moment. I reach for her, but she reflexively backs out of my reach. “I don’t understand.” “We use a pheromone spray.” She says, as if this clears up everything. “We didn’t pick cats, that’s just what we got.”

At the end of the series, she was snuggled against his chest as he gently stroked her hair and gave her little kisses. The last two pictures were of her in a bathtub with lots of bubbles. The bubbles barely covered her nipples. Her arms were stretched out, pushing her breasts together, with her hands resting on her knees that came out of the water and bubbles. Her feet rested on the opposite corner of tub from where her head rested. Her hair was damp as if she had just come out of the water. With closed eyes and a relaxed look on her face, her head rested on a bath pillow. The next shot was the same pose but in black and white. The color splash on this one was added in. A pink and teal shimm