Merman Novelas e Histórias

Jet black feathers adorned him and they all shimmered gallantly under the sun, making Hanji feel lucky and proud of Rai. Patting his neck, he quickly sat on it's back, ignoring the sharp pain he felt on his pelvis. "Let's go Rai. Let's go find Grandfather's apprentice." ❇❇❇ The red ruby was flaring. It was glowing brightly in his pockets and was emitting heat that almost burnt his right hand when he attempted to touch it. It was a charm given by his magician friend that lives in the Pacific. It warns the holder from malicious intent and desires. This ruby had saved him from a couple of scammers and troubles, but it never was this coruscant before. It would only glow a bit, like a pulse of re

An invasion of the mind was common to wolves, telepathic links were what bound packs together but the Mente Compartida was a much more dangerous ritual. She looked to her father and nodded her head, he nodded back in understanding before turning. She faced the Alpha’s, equal looks of anger and fear in their eyes at the forgotten challenge. She ignored them and turned back to the male who kneeled before her. “I have shown you mercy. More than your father ever gave to my people,” She said to him. He met her eyes and sucked in a breath as their gazes connected. Silver and sapphire blue. Her beast locked tightly away under her skin, pushed to the back of her mind. She walked past him and let her

With the exemption of their leader, Mamang Turiya, the tribe did not have any upper or lower castes. All of them considered one another as companions and equals. It was only seven years ago when another Sole, Vermilion catcher and redeemer whose presence were only present every century, was discovered. Her name was Ligaya. She was the hope the Ibawnons had hoped for. The one person in a century who could possibly defeat the Sole of Malignobons. For the past

Logan Hardington was one fine-looking specimen— Human or Mer. Handsome face and warm, dark brown eyes below thick hair the color of a sea lion’s pelt after a few hours in the sun. The light dusting of hair on his chest was a shade darker. Broad, tanned shoulders ta-pered to a taut abdomen where his black shorts rode low on his hips above long, well-toned legs. His face and lean, muscled body looked as if they’d been carved by a master sculptor.

As we stand there watching the wolf i get a really bad feeling "Luke i have a bad feeling "i say through mind link "Use the water princess, give him a nice strong shower", As i start to raise my hands the wolf steps down from the waters edge and disappears, i look at luke who is just as confused as i am " maybe he wants to talk" Luke says uncertainly, After a few moments a tall man about our age steps up to the edge of the lake wearing just a pair of shorts, he has ginger hair and a scattering of freckles on his face "well hello there alpha and luna" he says with a big smile on his face

Miles away, on a luxury yacht— A man in a floral shirt stared at the feed, now washed into blue static. He blinked, then whistled low. “Well, someone’s got attitude.” He replayed the captured second of footage. Freeze frame. Blood-red sunset. A woman, hands crimson, standing among jagged rocks as a whale pod vanished in mist. Violence and mercy. Death and rebirth. “Mermaid?” He lowered his sunglasses, revealing amused, peach-blossom eyes. “No. That’s a siren.”

Then he opened his eyes and lo, there stood a man, average height, his facial and body features were not clear but you could tell he looked Chinese. He was all dressed in black with a bullet proof vase and a black pistol that had a silencer on it’s mouth. He could hear the sound of the radio stuttering: “pointus Alpha 47 come in, over” before the man said; "pointus alpha 47 positive, target confirmed as Medusa, awaiting confirmation to proceed, over.” “pointus alpha 47, cleared to proceed, over” The man swiftly made to leave before he stopped abruptly on his steps and turned to them.

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

What now? “Hunter, your eyes.,” Mera gasps, looking at me with wide eyes. I tilt my head not knowing what she was talking about. “They are blood-red,” she gulps and as soon as I turn my head in search for Brock, he was already back on his seat. Not a single hair on his head was compromised and I thank the goddess for the second time he left enough space between us for me to breathe. “What did you do?” I furrowed my brows.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.