Mr Merman Novels & Stories

Alex was confused as to why the human wanted to have a word with him, but whatever it is, was sure very important, Alex could see it in the man's expression. “I know you’re a merman”. Hathaway said. Alex wore a puzzled face as to how he knows that about him. He was dumbfounded, he didn’t know what to say. “I’m not”. Alex lied in defense. “ I know you are. I’m a merman too, but I left the ocean for the sole purpose you’re also here”. Hathaway paused waiting to be interrupted but as hoped he wasn’t. Alex didn’t interrupt him, rather he watched and listened to what Mr. Hathaway had to say next.

The merman secures the entrance with a cobalt metal bolt, creating an impenetrable barrier from prying eyes. In the dimly illuminated room adorned with dark red glowing crystals, Trent and Hunter finally get a better look at the mysterious merman who had welcomed them into the secret hideout. The merman's tail is discreetly covered by a tight, form-fitting sleeve, concealing the color of his scales. He dons a long-sleeved top and a mask, ensuring that no identifying features are visible, except for his imposing size. Trent nods in acknowledgment, patiently awaiting some form of briefing or test from this enigmatic figure.

This was probably what they used in tearing down the cloaking shield. A merman swam very close to her and peered into her eyes. His hair was long and it swirled around his face. He was so beautiful to look upon;charming blue eyes, a straight nose and shapely plump lips. Wide chiseled shoulders defined with muscles and a hard chest. His skin was flawless, toned a dark brown and alluring. He was the image of perfection. Serena knew stories about the great beauty of the mer creatures and how they could captivate and mesmerize those who hunted them before attacking them. She believed those stories now. She could feel herself drowning in the radiant beauty of the merman before her. Suddenly she s

"It's really rude of me. My name is Wopple. I'm the executive deputy to the Merman King and his advisor." [Status] Name: Wopple Unique Rank Level: 90 Age: 110 Species: Merman Titles: Advisor of the Merman King, Master Archmage Class: Ocean mage Even though the merman was telling the truth, Amy couldn't fight and defeat the merman. "But that doesn't explain what I asked." Amy was risking some annoyance by speaking in such an inappropriate way. But the Merman remained calm.

I let myself calm down and spoke slowly, “Hey Mr. Merman, I have no ill intentions. I just saw the wound on your arm and wanted to treat it for you.” I even pointed at the wound. But the merman didn’t react. He was still grabbing my legs with his wet hands without any sign of loosening his grip. I tried to resist and free my legs from his grip. But my efforts were for naught. I couldn’t escape his clutches, and I tore my own pants even as I struggled—he was soon left staring curiously at the ripped garment. ‘Is the merman interested in my pants?’ As the turning gears in my head halted, he lowered his head and put his face over my thighs! I could actually feel his ice-cold nose rubbing agains

I answer to him "All of us have secrets, and the aparience sometimes is not certainly near to reality" - He explained. "You also look wild inside" He told me. "Me? Maybe you are right. I meant more like wild, like a beast, like an animal " I said, looking at his hairy body. Mer-man usually didn't have much hair, in fact, they didn't have hair on their back or chest. But he had a beard, hairy arms, and even the base of his neck covered in hair. Rather than causing me disgust, something dormant and nested inside me suddenly woke up with ardor and curiosity.

And no wonder, seeing as they were surrounded by the danger of it. Before a mud-sprayed tent was a small fire circled by fold-out chairs. An impressively tall and muscled, bearded man with overgrown dark hair, wearing a stained white singlet top under an unbuttoned checkered shirt and jeans rose to his feet as they approached, setting aside the stick that he had been whittling. “Max,” the woman greeted him. “The trespassers. This one is a Merman.” “A Merman?” Max repeated.

Chapter 2 “if your daddy doesn't bring my money in the next thirty minutes, I bet you, you'll kick the bucket.” AHEM he cleared his throat, adjusting his red polka dotted tie. He took a long drag from his cigar and then plodded out. Wincing and groaning I tugged the manacles but it was futile. Minutes later, the bald dude and bulry guy on red T-shirt processed in. “That chair that you are sitting on. Do you know it's an electric chair?”

He grinned making her roll her eyes ********** " I can't believe you failed ,,,I am telling you to bring me that human! That's the only way we can get Luther! I can never allow him take over the throne,never,,he left for so long and now back to take it?? It should be mine not his " The deep voice of a man with a wide chest could be heard as he smoke his cigarette angrily " Am sorry boss,,I will try once again. I promise to bring her here,,the security is so tight,,,,," he was cut off when he was thrown a fist

He didn’t realize he was talking about the woman who had just passed him. Above ground, Amarah paused under the night sky, the city stretching endlessly around her. Her pulse finally picked up not from fear, but from recognition. “The Big Boss isn’t hiding,” she whispered. “He’s right there. Watching.” She didn’t know his name. Didn’t know his face. Only that he was intelligent, controlled, and dangerously convinced he was untouchable. She smiled. “Good,” Raven said softly. “That means you’ll never see me coming.” Two identities crossed. Two truths passed inches apart.