Mermaid Tales Books Novels & Stories

I trudged up and down the aisle another time and let my gaze wander and sweep one last glance across the rows, and was about to leave when my gaze fell on a thin book almost going unnoticed, sandwiched between two thick books at the third row of the last bookshelf. Out of curiosity, I plucked it out, my heart pounding as I read the title: ‘Untold Tales of the Pack: A Memoir’ , the name of the author has been scribbled off by a sharpie. The book looks new compared to the ones I read. My throat clicked dry as I opened the book. I gasped when I read the first line: ‘The Renaud pack is known for its strength, wealth and integrity but did you know that the pack alphas are also cursed?’ Here, fin

She sighed, feeling more relaxed from the moment the scent surrounded her. “Vanillin,” he said. “Excuse me?” “The aroma of old books. It’s actually lignin—related to vanillin. It’s why used bookstores have that fragrance they do. I read about it”—he motioned to a book on a shelf to his left—“in a book.” He grinned. She looked him over—maybe a little older than she’d original thought, slightly scruffy, T-shirt with something about obscenities on the chest. “What sort of books do you like?” he asked.

And once the Merdragon was finished he shifted into a Merman and began swimming away to his abode, Tide was following closely. When they arrived at Naga's home, Tide took his time to look around the beautiful home of the Elder. He has magical furniture and millions of soulbutterflies floating around in glass confinement; their constant buzzing added a certain calming tone to the abode making it seem as though the Whispering Ghosts were within the walls of the Merdragon's home. There were shelves lining every wall each filled with different kinds of magic spell books and magical musical instruments, the Merdragons adores music and they played the most beautiful tones in all of Aquarial.

‘Get the others’ The oldest one instructed and the youngest raced off into the hills, unbeknownst to their Father, the four young Lions had been hedging their bets.They had collected Rogues, three other young Lions, and half a dozen Wolves, they were more than a match for the King and his half breed daughter. Aslan sat on a boulder in the warm evening sunshine, his daughter beside him as they talked, well as they mind-linked. She told him everything about her life growing up, explaining that she never knew who she really was until the war.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

Before I left Zion’s mansion, I stole something. The moment my fingers brushed against it, I recognized it from my books. Ancient. Rare. Mostly used by the mermaids in the North. Yes—mermaids. I laughed breathlessly as I ran. That crazy bastard knew a mermaid. No wonder he was so obsessed with immortality and dark magic. But he didn’t love her. Oh no. Men like him were incapable of love. He must have kidnapped her. Which begged the real question—where was she being kept? The thought sent a thrill through me, sharp and intoxicating. Everything was falling into place in ways I hadn’t even planned for. The vampire king tested me, Zion’s secrets unraveling, a mermaid tied into it all—too many op

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They were a passing thing. Yanta looked at the notices that were hanged on the notice board. The notices read: “Darrish Drinkwell, our greatest storyteller, is returning to scene with a second tome of his Tales Untold. The Hartin and Dartin Company are planning to publish a legend book. We will ask Drinkwell to write one more, if he accepts, well, you know the rest. Plan in advance, good folk; this is an opportunity unlike any other. You won’t cheaper copies that ours.

“Yes...” “Which books?” The feral man queried, watching as she tugged at the collar. “Erm ... All books I guess ... I just pick one up and read it.” The princess mumbled, glancing down at Robert as he remained laid below the metal cage. She wondered why the large animal was silent, his blood-red eyes locked onto her as she spoke with the seemingly feral man. Dorian’s gaze shifted towards Robert, watching as the lion-like dog remained frozen on the carpet. He began to speak, his tone predatory as he continued to direct his words at the princess. “I’ve never seen him so scared, I wonder why ...”

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