Mythological Mermaid Names Novels & Stories

she asked curiously as she latched onto the elder’s arm before they all gathered under the makeshift roof they had made from leaves, twigs and a couple length of twine from the Huntress. “There are more out into the world, young one.” The Huntress told the younger with a smile. “And I can’t name them all.” She said much to younger’s disappointment, though she could sense that the younger probably believed about the puckwedgie but had decided not let it ruin her mood. “And what are the ones you could recall?” Tivona asked, “Can you please just give me just one? Please?” she pleaded. “As you wish,” she conceeded to the younger’s wishes much to Aedre’s annoyance. “They say that mermaids exists.

“To what do we owe the honor?” Zeus approached the bench, shaking a finger at Rod. “You’re smart, Rod, but I bet even you didn’t see this one coming.” The merman glanced at Mariana, who was trying hard to keep a smile off her face. Looked like she’d known what she was talking about. Zeus turned to face him. “By the way, Logan, it’s mer. Capital M and no man or maid after it. Just Mer. Your kind added the suffixes.”

Greenish grains of sand-fireflies flashed on the sponges. Erida touched the laces encircling her thighs, and they slid like snakes between her fingers. Pulling on the tip of the tail, the queen exposed her all while itchy flipper-legs, revealing ink-black scales. This cunning outfit, which creates a full-fledged mermaid look, was given to her by her aunt after her niece returned from the depths of Sombra.

she ordered his colleagues. They came over swiftly, holding her arms and legs. They were stronger! Her struggles were useless against their power. “Please… she begged … don’t do this.” She cried as he stood over her and unbuckled his belt. “You need to be taught a lesson. We are Medusa’s princes , others are bastards!” “.. I’m begging you... Ple…” she was interrupted by another blow on her face. She was numb for a few seconds, she could not cry or shout or think or do anything.

"Choose what?" "Balance or ruin. Unity or blood. Dawn or darkness." I hated how calm she sounded while saying horrifying things. "Why me?" Her silver eyes softened. "You are the most eligible, the one whose soul can cross worlds." My breath caught. She knew I was not originally Gina. "Who are you?" I whispered. The woman touched the water lightly. "I was once called Selene." The name echoed strangely inside me, old and powerful but strangely familiar. "Am I supposed to save everyone?" I asked weakly.

After that, the next few children I birthed were also black-finned. The Mer-King was ecstatic, and he named Sheldon the crown prince and I, by virtue of my children, became the crown princess, draped in wealth and power. As for Caroline, she bore a red-finned child that was considered the lowest bloodline. She became the shame of the royal family and a laughingstock among the merfolk. Mad with envy, she waited until I was weak from childbirth. Right after I gave birth to my ninth child, she ripped out the inner pearl that allowed me to breathe underwater. Then, she dismembered me and fed my body to the fishes.

Then a girl with blond hair and brown eyes and a boy with brown hair and blue eyes before she points at a guy with jet black hair and forest green eyes. When I lock eyes with the last one I can't look away. I feel like drowning in those emerald eyes and I bet his hair is really smooth to run your fingers through. "Mate..." Says the boy called Sebastian and that wakes me from my trance. Oh boy. Mer-people don't have mates but there is like a one in a million chance that a mermaid is mated to a werewolf. Guess I'm that one. What do I do now?

if only the gods hadn't ended him. "I just want to see my mother!" I didn't realize that tears had started to flow from my eyes. "You can't see her Medusa." "Why Eurayle! Why! Why can't I see my own mother!" "She doesn't want you see her sick." "She doesn't want any of us to see her.....not even Euryale is allowed near her home, she has an enchantment round it. The only one there is Andromeda." "That bitch! She's the wife of the man that slit my head off! How can you allow her near mother!"

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.

The way her eyes trace over Arianna, made her huff in annoyance. "My name is Arianna," her voice was even when she told her, "I'm not goddess and who is Merlin?" "You ARE! Merlin is your Mongrel mate and you've to bring him back." One of the Fletcher witches exclaimed.