Mermaid #vampire Novels & Stories

I could make no such promises. We both nodded. Brynn leaned against the desk and was quiet for a few moments, trying to figure out how to word something. “What happens to vampires if they come in contact with mercury?” she asked my mate. “Mercury is our version of wolfsbane. Liquid mercury is fatal to normal vampires if it is shot into the bloodstream,” Imeela explained. My attention snapped from her to Brynn, wanting to know what in the fuck was going on. Was Imeela in danger? Would someone going to try hurting or killing my mate?

So he nodded. “I will wait until your return,” he said. “I have a gift for you,” she said softly, just as hell broke loose in the entrance of his mansion. The yell of one of his vampires was heard as a woosh of brightness entered the pool room, three of his people turning to ash in seconds as a silver stake streaked through the air. “Mavery, you lied!!” came the yell of a woman in all black as she rushed forward, as another of his vampires trying to stop her entrance went down.

Prince Andre said, knowing if a human dies at the hands of a supernatural, he will get executed. “Perhaps you were some sort of were-animal and now you are a hybrid,” Prince Andre suggested. “But I thought humans can drink from hybrids,” Emily played along. “They can, but not if they are from the waters,” Prince Andre informed her. “What do you mean?” Emily asked, interested in learning more. “Mermaids and Mermen descendants seldom know that they are and when they turn hybrid for some reason, humans die drinking from their blood,” Prince Andre explained. “What happens if a vampire drinks from a mermaid or merman descendant?” Emily asked, hoping that the answer was nothing since vampires have

He was tearing himself up inside. "What else?" Auggie asked. He was absorbing everything that was being said. He was thinking hard with his thick brows deeply furrowed, almost meeting in the middle. "The other harder items will be blood from an original vampire or descendant. It has to be a full-blooded vampire, not tainted by any other species. A scale of a love-sick mermaid. He or she has to be speaking about the person they love as you pull the scale. A hair from a pegasus mane, that must be plucked while the pegasus is flying. A leprechaun's gold coin, that must be willingly given."

“Emotionally.” I almost laughed again, but the tension was still thick. “Who?” Dada asked finally. “Sammy,” I said. “And Victor.” Papa frowned. “The vampire.” “Yes.” “The one who turned men into ash in our living room.” “Yes.” Dada let out a long breath. “This is unbelievable.” “I know,” I said. “No,” Papa corrected gently. “Unbelievable would be you saying you’re mated to a mermaid. This is just complicated.”

“Then I don’t know what’s worse. The void, or the fact that I’m hallucinating in the real world. It means it didn’t work right? Eros didn’t fix me after all?” Leland returned with two blood bags and the lost key. “I didn’t know if this would be enough,” he said, as he handed the bags to Declan. “This is fine, thank you.” “Vampires walking around during the day,” Leland mumbled on his way out. “What’s next? Mermaids swimming on land?” Grimacing, Declan tore one bag open and quickly drained it. “What are you seeing?” “There’s a little old lady right over there,” she said, pointing at the wall. “Can’t you see her?”

He was like a wind when he went near them, you could not even notice him with your bare eyes when he does that, it was one of his abilities as a VAMPIRE. The criminal and the victim were shocked by his sudden appearance, they didn’t notice him. The woman cried, she was glad that someone came to help her, but she was still worried because she could only see a thin yet tall young man, she wondered if she could beat the guy who was thrice bigger than him, especially that he has no weapon. “How dare you disturb me when I’m not even finished and just starting to feel good,.,’’ he glared at him as he let go of the woman’s neck.

he tells me. "You don't have to apologize, Damien. I am not complaining," I tell him and wrap my hands around his neck. I want to kiss him. I want to kiss all his sadness away. I stare at his sexy inviting lips and caress his neck, on the spot where I marked him last night. Vampires heal really fast, even faster than werewolves. I know my mark won't be there for long. At least the one he gave me is still there and fresh. He looks at me and then smiles,

Despite the strangeness of the situation, Melia found herself finding his astonishment rather amusing. "Vampire..." he murmured, his gaze shifting towards Melia. "Perfect!" he exclaimed, throwing his arms up in a rare moment of elation. "It explains everything. It explains why you're still here, alive. Why... Or maybe... How do you become a vampire?" he asked abruptly, his curiosity getting the best of him. Melia arched an eyebrow and crossed her arms. "I'm not going to tell you that," she replied firmly, her voice as cool as a winter breeze.

Despite their cunning tactics and vicious onslaught, the vampires could not break his spirit. With each passing moment, Marcus's feral instincts grew sharper, his movements becoming more fluid, his senses heightened. He tapped into a wellspring of ancient power, calling upon the spirit of the forest itself to aid him in his struggle. In a moment of opportunity, Marcus seized Vera, locking her in a fierce embrace. With a primal growl, he sank his fangs into her neck, draining her of her life force. Vera's body convulsed and crumbled to the forest floor, her eyes staring into the void.