Selkies Stories Novels & Stories

“Our world…can be a very…dangerous place.” “We know,” I reply. “But you and Kai have been so much help to us, we feel duty bound to repay the favor. Will you and your sisters be returning home?” Selene shakes her head. “I’m not sure…we could…even if we wanted to. Besides…we like your ocean.” She smiles. “There are far fewer…kraken here.” She glances over her shoulder. “And the dolphins…are so much fun…to play with. We have no dolphins…in our oceans.”

Ophelia says, “why does the second prince kidnap fairies and mermaids?” “Oh... well to sell us, the elf princess went missing too,” Odette says sadly, “everyone has been on high alert since the elf princess was kidnapped.” “You live with elves?” “Yes, fairies and elves are like mermaids and sirens are, we cohabit very well.” Odette says proudly, “what kind of shapeshifter are you?” “Siren,” “What? Sirens on land? That is very rare, I heard the never come to land after the queen’s demise.”

"There is one strange thing, though. A story coming up from the southern coast. From near Lytheria." Liora’s spoon stilled. "What kind of story?" "Not a bad one," Finn said quickly. "Just… sad. Fishermen talk about a 'weeping fog' that rolls in some nights. They say if you listen closely, you can hear a woman singing in it. A lullaby. But it sounds… broken. It makes the fish scarce and gives everyone bad dreams. They call her the 'Siren of the Sorrows.' Most people just avoid that part of the coast now."

It covered more than anything else I had been given so far. I look away from the outside and to the book I had been given. The Water Species I furrow my brow. The water species, huh? I wonder if this had anything to do with Bacudal telling me I needed a river nymph to uncloak myself. I flip open the first page, to what looks like a table of contents. Selkies....2-4 Cthulhu...4-8 Kraken...8-12 Leviathan....12-13 Dog Fish...13-15

My ears perk up. "Can you tell me about it? We are looking for it as well, but we don't know what it is. A thing, an animal or man." Gen asked and I was silent because I didn't know anything. "I'm going to tell you because even if you know, you won't be able to find it. Aqua Siren is a mermaid. Three mermaids, beautiful but dangerous. They kill people they don't like. In the past, I always saw them there on the rocks and the scales you see are theirs. But suddenly they left. It's been two days since I saw them." This is a story that made our eyes widen.

Why would she raise one? “Well, she does know the stories her Gran told her,” Ellie rushed in to make sure her friend didn’t voice any of her questions. “but they’re different than the ones our parents told us. Selene wasn’t from around here either, so we’re wondering if maybe the stories are a little bit different for each pack. Or maybe just each province? We lone wolves are a bit of a motley crew and there are several versions of some of the stories. We aren’t sure how well the stories mesh with each other, especially since none of us know the tales from this pack. We thought it might be good for us to read them and compare them to the stories we know.”

Apollo asked of the bulbous looking puppy dog face creature that swiftly shifted into a beautiful woman that leaned up against a tree that seemed to sway and bend without a breath of wind in the air. “Son, that's a selkie. It was said to not exist at one point. It is interesting to find that it's here. This place is magical! I wish your mother would have told me …” “Oh my love, I wanted to! But I also wanted you to experience this for yourself …” “Mother, can I explore?” “No my son, you must wait for permission. It would be disrespectful for you to walk around without a proper greeting.” “I guess you are right, I will wait till we have a proper greeting!”

Jasmine said and pointed her finger toward my chest where now a fish bone rune had appeared…. Jasmine POV: When I was child my grandmother used to tell me many tales of creatures that used to live in sea, I had never seen them but their tales always used to excites me, one of such tale my grandmother had told me was of a women name ‘Anais de Siren’

Ezekiel and Sebastien went back to their places and prepared to lay down. “They’re here now,” Celeste quickly said, excited to finally hear her grandmother’s story, “can you now tell us the story?” Petra nodded and started to comb their hair. “What is it about?” Desmond asked. “It’s about the creatures older than blood drinkers, the ones who roamed the lands longer than the wolves of the merciful falls, the ones who cannot be seen by our eyes.” Everyone was quiet as they listened to Petra’s voice. “They go by many names,” she paused, “some call them the Sidhe, the Tuatha de Danaan, or the Fae folk.” The children listened curiously, basked on their grandmother’s storytelling. “But in our land

Kael didn't light fires with his mind; he spent four hours hunched over a pile of dry peat, striking a piece of flint until his thumbs were raw, just to keep the central flame from dying. The Twins didn't scout with silver-static; they crawled into the narrow, freezing crevices of the cliffside to hunt for the pale, sightless crabs that lived in the salt-veins. Elara sat by the woman, carving strips of whale blubber. Her fingers were numb, her vision tunneling from exhaustion. "Why did you let us stay?" Elara asked. The woman looked at the golden whistle hanging around Elara’s neck. "Because of that. My grandmother told stories of the 'Whistle-Girl.' She said one day, the dreamers would wake