Real Beautiful Mermaids Novels & Stories

She was at the last stage of the pearl making. "What is your identity? Oh, sorry, female mermaids don't have an identity. What's your name then?" The mermaid's eyes flashed red. She would have resorted to lying but she knew witches could sense a false statement. "I am Meridia, assistant to the head of our council."

She shook her head no, her auburn curls bouncing with the motion. "They're mermaids." Her mouth dropped open, and her face lit up with unadulterated awe. "Each night, while everyone is fast asleep in their beds, the mermaids swim up to the surface to collect all of the happy memories that people made that day." He tickled her stomach, and her laughter filled the night. "With each memory, every smile, and every laughter, that they pluck from the surface, the magic fills their hearts. And that's why they glow that beautiful color."

Go? I storm back to Erbao’s room and attempt to settle down onto the so-called ‘fluffy cloud’ couch. Laughable, considering it’s the most uncomfortable thing I’ve ever slept on in my life. Secure from more phone calls from Kadeem in the dead zone, I power my phone back on so I can play a supernatural podcast series I downloaded about the history of and the search for mermaids (By the way, they’re real!). To my annoyance, I must catch a flicker of a signal, because a text from Kadeem appears on my screen.

But now they were taking everything that had been left behind by previous purloining. “Don’t you know?” A woman asked looking up from the box that she was filling with swimsuits. Her question was hostile. “They say there are mermaids now,” she continued anyway, her tone ripe with annoyance. “Mermen, whatever. Werewolves, vampires, witches and mermaids. Except these aren’t the nice type of mermaid like the movies. These ones aren’t going to sing a happy song. These ones are going to kill us.” “Judith,” the man returned from the back of the shop and handed Aislen a metal flask full of water. “That’s a bit grim.”

Her voice is very beautiful. It's a good thing she's not a real mermaid, or she wouldn't have come back. The witch will give her a magic potion and she will forget her beloved Prince and her children. Mermaids belong to the sea, and my mother belongs to me. I only pop my head out when I've reached the limit of holding my breath in the water. But when my head came out of the water, I saw a pair of strong thighs appear at the edge of the pool, so I looked up.

In an instant everything was clear. I almost freaked out when a big fish hit my foot. My eyes rolled when I realized it wasn’t just ordinary fish. Mermaids in the Euphrates really exists! Mermaids are real! And it is said that the mermaids on the Euphrates are weak for men. It was too late when I noticed that the prince was gone, I could no longer find him. The Prince.. is missing.

Everyone looked at each other a little indignant and worried. - What is that? — Said Igor Kataleya: — Vibrations of… Solana: — Mermaid! Belton: — Are there mermaids here? Kataleya: — Yes, there is! Igor: — I had already heard about it! I thought it was just a legend! Pierre: — Wow! Mermaids must have a viola body! Solana: — Yes, there is! Dereck: — They must be charming! Kataleya: — Very charming! So charming that some even throw themselves into the sea!

From a distance, I saw a tail flutter once before it disappeared into the dark waves of the ocean. She’d disappeared into the fucking ocean! I slapped myself. Wake up, Hunter! It’s a dream. I slapped myself even harder. Wake up goddamnit! But this was reality. It wasn’t a dream at all. Whatever that I’d witnessed a few minutes ago had actually happened which proved Blue wasn’t lying. It also meant that she wasn’t mentally ill. She hadn’t known these simple human ethics because she hadn’t been from here. She really was a mermaid. Those beautiful half fish, half women species we’d always heard about and thought of it as a myth.

“Helen, I’m sorry for the way that they spoke to you. It was cruel and wrong.” “But it’s true. I am a beached whale.” “No, sweetheart. A beached whale gives up and waits to die. You, my lovely mermaid, are fighting to get back where you belong.” She sniffled, not certain on how to respond. Stepping back, she looked up to see who her rescuer was. “Mr. Reese!” she whispered hoarsely. “Just Reese.” He smiled down at her and brushed some of her hair out of her face. “Promise me that you’ll come back. Don’t let them win.”

"Oh for freaks sake! We got a real live Ariel over here! Don't you have a red friendly crab to tell you otherwise not to go flirt with men who live on land and sing songs about under the sea? Wait no. Don't answer that. But anyways. Go on, but skip the description of the guy. I don't care anyway." "Alright. So I fell in love." Pfft! Little Mermaid over here. "He's a fisherman. He captures fishes for his business. I know he's very poor so every time that he fishes, I would drop a pearl on his net. See, mermaids are gifted in getting pearls from clam. We can quicken the time in processing the pearls of every clam to get their pearls. I heard that it cost a fortune on the land." "Please continu