Mermaids Scary Novels & Stories

I stumbled, suddenly finding myself standing on solid ground at the bottom of the ocean, encased in this magical sphere. I breathed deeply, fresh air filling my lungs. Around me only a few feet were visible, the violet light from my pendant barely pushing back the suffocating darkness. The mermaids swam just beyond the barrier, circling like sharks, their haunting beauty both mesmerizing and terrifying. Their eyes gleamed with a strange mix of sorrow and hunger, their graceful movements almost hypnotic. Was this real? Was I really standing on the ocean floor, surrounded by these mystical creatures? Awe and fear battled within me, twisting my thoughts into knots. I wasn't sure what to feel an

Also, people were too afraid to go there since trespassers who tried to break in either never returned or too afraid to ever go back to that place again. “Brother, do you think what they said was true that snakes below are as big as a thick tree?” I asked. “Maybe. If mermaids exist then, so are humongous snakes.” Jiro answered seriously. Rigo laughed by what our brother has said. “Really, Jiro? Mermaids are real?” Rigo was barely holding his laughter. “There’s enough facts that showed mermaids are real! They even have a photo.” Rigo stopped laughing and answered, “Really? Wow. I thought you’re joking.”

And what he saw below filled him with a bone-chilling terror. The sight before him was nothing like he expected. The mermaid, a creature of myth, was real—but what stunned him even more was that it was no ordinary mermaid. It was Don Martin’s granddaughter. Marlon could hardly believe his eyes. The girl, with the long, flowing hair and the shimmering tail that swished lazily in the water, looked almost ethereal. Her features were those of a child, but there was something otherworldly in her eyes. Just days ago, he had seen her walking on her own two feet during the parade, smiling and interacting with the townspeople. How had she transformed into this creature? How had she become a mermaid?

the baby they saw on the raft was suddenly gone also, perhaps it’s a baby mermaid set as a trap to lure the warriors into making contact with the mermaids first. Dike Stood up from his Raft and addressed the rest of the warriors ‘The mermaids do not attack humans unless humans first make contact with them, so they lure humans into making contacts then they strike. We’ve seen this from the two attacks we received from them, the lured us into making contacts using various means. So we need to be careful not to make any contact with them despite how they try to lure us. Stay alert and don’t touch anything out of curiosity, don’t save anyone out of pity, and don’t converse with any beautiful lad

The pearl-farming industry exploded overnight, and mermaids went from hallowed ocean guardians to slaves, destined to live out their miserable existences beneath the crack of leather whips. The doors situated at the far end of the room squeak open, and a trio of Harbingers enter. Unlike the Pearl Reapers, the Harbingers only appear if someone is going to be taken for The Cut. They are ordinary looking men, but their presence sends terror through every mermaid in the false sea. “No.” Isla cries, crushing me to her in a panic, “No, no, no.” We all know they are coming for me. I am the oldest in the tank now. I rub Isla’s back in soothing circles. “It’s okay.” I lie, “It’ll be okay.”

"Okay if those are sirens, then what do the mermaids look like?" "Oh, that's how mermaids look. The sirens look just like them during the day. But under the moonlight you can see what they really look like and it's absolutely horrifying," she shudders. "What do they look like?" "Black hair, ashen skin, glowing eyes, slimy gray tails, and a hundred razor sharp teeth." I cringe at the image that pops into my mind. "Gross, that sounds so fucking creepy," I growl. She laughs. "Yeah that's one thing people don't realize about this territory. In the daylight it's an absolute paradise. But at night," she murmurs, "the monsters come out to play."

I took out my phone and was about to take a picture when I just noticed that the mermaid had seen me. She leaped back into the water. I ran to the spot where she had earlier sat. "Wait!" I yelled. "I'm not going to hurt you! I just wanted a picture!" I screamed. The mermaid didn't return. Oh well, at least now I know they exist. She was so gorgeous too. When I started to leave the mermaid peeped at me by lifting her head out of the water to her eye level. I turned around and she sunk back in. Is she scared of me?

Tara POV Miss Jenkins, your eyes should be infront of the class” I turned to face Mr Isaac, my cheeks flushed red with embarrassment. Class continued with Mr Isaac turning literature into history and i giggled, This man really loved history. His obsessed with medieval times, and his always talking about mystical creatures. One time he said mermaids were real but they were evil creatures that walk amongst us, searching for their destined lover amongst humans and they only return back to sea when they find the Destined one. They drag them to the bottom of the ocean where they live happily ever after with a dead corpse.

Curiosity was visible in their stupefied expressions. They were horrifying sea creatures with fishlike bodies and long green tentacles. They have gill slits, are colored brown or green, and have scaly skin, comparable to that of fishes in Antarctica. I noticed that they have intimidating aquatic animals such as eels, octopus, and squids swimming along with them. “Welcome to our humble kingdom, Master Amante. Your arrival was a great honor for us, merfolk!” I could not say the same, though. The only reason for me being here was my mate, Allyssa Lausanne, who had been abducted by the likes of them. And I felt my blood boil with rage once more.

Valhared scowled. “And just how do you propose she do that?” Rivyn was amused. “I don’t know. Sing something?” Valhared glowered over the balustrade at the circling mermaids and mermen. I leaned over the balustrade at his side, and the merfolk rose, their faces and arms breaching the surface for the water as they reached for me, calling out in their tongue, their voices breathless in the air. Their calls beneath the water rose in croons as if they enticed me to dive over to them.