Mermaid Tales Books Novels & Stories

‘Nope’ I yelled back, my eyes not leaving the sight of books, I walked past but then stopped, something grazed from my fingers, I stepped back and tried to find what it was, it felt like something pricked on my finger. ‘I felt too, something very strong touched me’ Irene mumbled, my eyes anxiously looking for it again when they locked at one book. ‘Legacy of White Wolf’ I quietly murmured those words and water gathered in my eyes as if something stung into it. The emotions right now were foreign, I was unable to understand them, but they were overwhelming. My hand was tracing the title.

I leaned against the cold stone wall, sinking into a hollow stupor for a long while. Just then, two servants passed by the dungeon door. Their hushed whispers drifted in, every word cutting deep into my ears. “Isolde’s cursed puppet craft is dreadfully perilous. She hunted and drained countless lesser merfolk for pearl curse powder, merely to gather enough ritual materials.” “Indeed. Once the puppet is complete, it will crush all rebels within the vampire clan, and drain this mermaid’s last breath entirely. Lowly foreign creatures are born to be offerings for our master’s sorcery.”

Only one thing would give her some peace in that house. She rolled around and took out a book from underneath her pillow. It was her favorite book, ‘The Adventures of the Mermaid’. Her dad had gifted her this book last year and since then, Alina became obsessed with the lore of mermaids. The book followed the story of a mermaid who was travelling all the seas in search of her pearl. On the way, she made many friends and even defeated monsters to achieve her goal. The mermaid in the book was named Alya and she became Alina’s heroine.

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.

Things could not get more peculiar, I thought. “Strangely enough,” he replied. “The next book I seek is in a mermaid’s trove.” “A mermaid’s trove?” I repeated, amending my previous thought. “Yes, sometimes the merfolk become infatuated with the surface and collect bazaar items, which they keep in shipwrecks or undersea caves,” he explained. “This book was on board a ship which fell afoul of a storm and sank. The book should be in a crate, in the wreckage, guarded over by a mermaid.”

Scarf just Murmured the title of the book .. " BEING A MERMAID " She at once became happy thinking that now she would be able to know some of the things which had been happening to her lately and was looking overjoyed. Luke on the other hand just sighed his head nodding like he had been judging the girl in front of him as the most dumbest creature. He thought ‘How Could she think that she would find the answers in these books in human world.'

“IT’S JUST I HAD a different book in mind when ink spilled on this one, plus what’s left to do in a finished book?” They, of course, ignored me Completely probably deciding if I would not explain, they were just going to proceed. One of the three waved their hand above the inky darkness we were standing on, and instantly a book on a pedestal was in front of them on the floor. It showed off my title, ‘1001 Dark Tales’. I instantly held my breath, hoping they didn’t realize what that meant. But if they had, they said nothing. Instead, they just started flipping through the pages of the book, looking for which store to choose.

“I’m just afraid once your wounds heal, you’ll forget the pain.” “The moment that woman sheds another tear, you’ll soften again.” I lifted the glass and downed it in one go. The burning liquid scorched my throat and stomach, yet I felt relieved. “I’m not a fool.” “I won’t cling to her even after getting betrayed like this.” “Ha, you never know.” Sebastian smirked, mercilessly pulling apart my vulnerabilities. “You’re hopelessly love-struck, remember?” “When grandpa asked you to return to the Stone family and inherit your mother’s shares… What did you say?”

“Oh, Your Majesty… you’re so big… fuck—” I froze, cheeks burning. The erotic novels I secretly read had never prepared me for this. The raw, unrestrained sounds made something low in my belly tighten. I pressed my thighs together, trying to ignore the sudden slick heat between them. I didn’t dare knock. Instead, I stood there, heart hammering, imagining what was happening on the other side of that door. The moans peaked, then abruptly stopped. I stared at the vial in my hands and forced myself to knock twice.

Tangled- Book 5 of The Dark Fairytales (An Erotic Retelling of Rapunzel) Trapped in a huge castle from birth by her mother, Rapunzel itches for the taste of the land beyond it. When a petty thief, Noah tells her to drop her hair, she's intrigued by his masculine features and becomes desperate to flee from her obsessive mother. When she finally does, she's thrown into a world filled with passion and with the clock ticking, she struggles to hide from her mother and pursue her innermost ambitions- ride a cock.