Novel & Cerita Orca Merman

And as a family, as a couple, this would be something we would do together for our child. It warmed my heart to know that Nicholas would do this for Elva on his own. And now with the two of us… “Very well,” I said. I turned to Veronica. “How soon until we can call for the Oracle? Should we delay our departure?” “That won’t be necessary,” Veronica said. I frowned at her. She motioned out toward the ocean, where I saw movement just under the water. Three merfolk were there, just beneath the surface. The one in the middle most ethereal of all.

strangely-shaped sea creatures charged in menacingly. I was puzzled. The leading doctor was the clownfish merman who gave me prenatal checkups, and he was waving his scalpel. "Catch these two humans and drag them to the bottom of the sea!" I rubbed my eyes, suspecting that I was hallucinating. I turned my head stiffly. "Theo... Are cross-species mercenaries popular... in the sea?" Theo's lips twitched. Before he could speak, the doctor walked over angrily. "Mrs. Atwater! These are all the guards Mr. Atwater's parents left for him!"

From a safe distance, they watched as the Mer played in the shallow waters near the beach and saw several shift into their legged selves in order to run across the sand. “Oh, look,” Meguitte said, pointing in wonder at a Merman who sat upon a rock, his frilled tail toying in the water, as he combed his long blue hair out. His eyes caught Meguitte’s gesture, and he bared sharply pointed teeth in a grin that was equally flirtatious and dangerous. “Look there,” Thaelen chuckled. “Between the rocks. I guess that answers how Merfolk f-k.” “Thaelen,” she nudged him in the ribs. “Shhh. Don’t be so crude.”

He shook it off, choosing to dismiss it with another loud laugh, but the scales in Mang Omar’s hand seemed to burn with an unfamiliar intensity. But Mang Omar, for all his age and frailty, wasn’t swayed by the younger man’s scorn. His eyes grew even more intense, his voice dropping lower, as if to share something precious. “It’s not just belief,” he said, his tone now urgent. “I actually saw one.” There was a pride in his voice, a weight to his words that made them linger in the room like smoke. He wasn’t just recounting a dream or a fantasy; no, Mang Omar was certain, and he was desperate to make them believe. He spoke of a mermaid, a creature that Marlon couldn’t possibly imagine, his hand

My blood was boiling in fury that I pushed the merman aside, but he didn't even move. "Adam, stop that!" Amira roared, upset. The water around her suddenly produced bubbles. "My princess, just one word!" This annoying merman glanced over his shoulder. I had to admit he had the body physique of a great warrior. He had muscles everywhere, and the height like mine, King Logan, Prince Alaric, and Collen. He was holding a triton in his right arm and a pearl necklace hanging around his neck.

Hariel sighed deeply and swim forward to where he heard the voice. "I am Hariel, and I am here to ask some help from the Merman Sorcerer, Ludi." They heard a laugh. And from the dark, someone appeared. They saw a Merman full of black scales on his cheeks that went down to his body, to his arms. His once emerald-colored scales have a tint of black. "It's been a while since someone asked help from me," the merman said with a creepy smile on his face. His eyes are white as if he was blind but they know that he wasn't. "What help do you want from me?"

though I knew by now it was really confusion. Orion sat in his wheelchair, aiming a small toy gun at a paper target: a truly awful drawing of something that resembled a sharp-toothed worm. He was missing every shot, but a huge grin lit up his face. I was starting to get used to Orion’s ridiculousness. He was unlike any mermaid I’d heard of. Merfolk were supposed to be regal. Enigmatic. Ethereal. Orion was... none of that. He was loud, silly, and utterly unbothered.

I looked at the monitor where Lance was elegantly playing with a smart water polo ball. My fingers typed steadily. "I want a replacement. Right now." No reply came, but the typing indicator flickered incessantly. I stared in a daze at the same question I'd asked long ago. Lance was a custom-ordered merman I got from AquaGene Corp. But since he arrived, he had refused all closeness. I tried to check him out, but he hid in the reef crevices for two days straight. I played the sound waves merfolk supposedly liked, and he just turned off the receiver.

One of them was already groveling on the floor. "It's Elise Mercer! She told us she'd send us out of the country once the job was done, but the second we got to the warehouse, someone tried to kill us! Sir, we were just hired hands! We only did what we were paid to do! "Elise Mercer ordered us to do it! She told us to stuff Ms. Corvin into a sack and throw her into the ocean. She said we had to weigh it down with rocks, as heavy as possible, so the body would never float back up.