Mermaid Tale Novels & Stories

I was a runaway mermaid princess. To break the curse on a pirate captain's two sons, I sacrificed my radiant tail and the voice I treasured above all to a witch. I was left crippled and confined to a wheelchair, and whenever I opened my mouth, my voice came out in an ugly, breathy rasp. But they swore that one of them would marry me and the other would guard me for the rest of my life. Then, during a clash at sea, they rescued a human woman and kept her aboard as a maid. From that day on, everything changed. They were both addicted to the maid's body and could not tear themselves away from her. The younger one said, "You're so beautiful. Far more beautiful than Heloise, that fish with no leg

Brock retorted, skepticism lacing his voice. I countered his disbelief, "As it turns out, the legend carries more truth than we thought. Indeed, there was a mermaid princess and a werewolf prince who discovered they were mates. Their families opposed the match, but the lovers were inseparable. Unable to bear the thought of living apart, the princess sacrificed her tail to become a mortal and remain with her love. In exchange for this transformation, they struck a deal with a witch, paying a steep price—their firstborn son. The witch then sold the child to a childless werewolf couple."

From there the mermaids eagerly retrieved their prey and carted him to the sandbar to feed on his fear. "By the time this is over, those pirates are going to beg to be arrested," Devrim realized. He had been under the merfolk's spell. It was not fun. The Emperor finished his task and cleared out the rest of the pirates. His small but tenacious crew had taken out hundreds of pirates already without any loss on their part. That feat in itself seemed impossible. 'Well, we do have some magical help. That has to count for something,' Devrim corrected himself.

13-15 Mermaid....15-20 River Nymph...21-22 River nymph only had a couple pages, same as Leviathan. I had heard of that before, and it made me uneasy to think as little was known about river nymphs as a leviathan. I opened the pages, flipping through them. I could see hand drawings of several types of beasts, some fish shaped, some with tentacles and multiple heads. I was surprised when I got to page twenty-one and saw no drawings.

Marina's resplendent golden tail and the gilded scales adorning her delicate hands, not to mention her magnificent golden crown, left Astrid utterly captivated. Mermaids had long been relegated to the realm of legend in her mind, yet here before her, a living mermaid graced her vision. The overwhelming blend of elation and astonishment coursed through her, prompting her to ponder the mysteries of life beneath the waves. By the time Astrid finished perusing the book, the clock had struck 10:37 am. She had been so engrossed in the captivating tales that she hadn't realized morning had dawned. Fatigue began to creep in, and her eyes drooped, the lack of sleep taking its toll.

wife, I sure as hell was going to be taken to the funny farm. I went back to looking through the rest of the things in the box. I needed a clue, any clue that could revive my memories. I dug deeper inside and found a canvas. I tugged it out. A beautiful woman was casually draped over the white sheets, cozy and very sensual. On second thought, she didn't possess a pair of legs. This was a mermaid. The painting was breathtaking, and just clearly conveyed one message; that the painter was completely in love with the woman he'd painted. Her blue hair was glossy and shining, her eyes a mixture of azure and emerald, glimmering like rare expensive jewels in the sunlight, her pink lips puckered and

It is here, within the depths of knowledge, that they forge a deeper connection to their heritage, uncover hidden truths, and gain insights that will guide them on their continued quest for understanding and restoration. As the merfolk delve into the ancient texts within the library, they uncover fragments of history that reveal the origins of the mer-kiss and the transformative process of the first merturned individuals. Accompanied by detailed illustrations, these writings hold great significance, guiding the merfolk towards a deeper understanding of their underwater world. They also discover accounts of legendary figures and heroic tales that have shaped the mythology of Atlantis. Each il

He is really good at business negotiations and legal deals, my brilliant mate. I closed my eyes and imagined the task I needed to accomplish. We were standing near the hidden spring, so I decided to start with the mermaids. I hummed a sweet melody from my memory before chanting incantations. I repeated the chanting until the sound of the water splashing registered in my ears. I opened my eyes and met with the most enchanting face. She’s beautiful, with gills instead of ears, waist-length rainbow-colored hair, and fish scales covering her tails from the waist down. I used to call her Tilly. When our gaze met, she started humming a harmonious melody that was both relaxing and hypnotizing. My e

The forest ahead was silent — too silent. Zion’s minions were already circling somewhere. Watching. Reporting, Let them. He wanted to know how far the plan had gone. I would show him progress,but not the truth. The horn remained hidden among my belongings, wrapped carefully in protective cloth. I had not dared to test it again. Not until I understood exactly how the mermaid magic responded to it. Mermaids of the North are Strange creatures with Old magic. Rare blood that many would kill for. If Zion had truly kidnapped one and I was certain he had then that creature would be the missing piece to everything.

“So Daphne ’s contributions are like ‘Jax and Teague ripped my clothes off and we had this insane threesome and I came five times,’ and mine are full-page descriptions of flowers blooming on Prince Edward Island, including their specific scents and meanings in Victorian flower language. Best of both worlds without suffering through entire books outside your genre.” “Maybe you should study some of those books for research purposes.” She rolled her eyes. “Can I tell you about my mermaid now?” “Sure.” What followed was the most elaborate fantasy world-building I’d heard outside of a professional writer’s pitch meeting. Two underwater kingdoms locked in centuries-old conflict, warring princesses