Selkies Stories Novels & Stories

Martin looks at his finger and rubs on the spot where the coin has left a mark. “Yeah, not many teenagers are willing to travel this far for a School assignment, right ?” Finn laughs. “But the truth is that there are several thousand pages about how things were back in the time of the vikings. It is sagas that have been passed down by our brothers. Back then shapeshifting was a part of the seiðr. Even the eddaes are filled with stories of berserkers''. “I am not following at all”. Martin shakes his head. “Sorry but my education is lacking. We were too busy running from crazy witches”.

Elphame shook her head, “Unfortunately we Seelie called Europe our home. So we know next to nothing about Western Seelie and who they were.” The slide changed and a picture of a bipedal husky appeared. The cryptid wore a loincloth and carried primitive weapons. “A rather clever pixie managed to nab a few photos of the enemy. These dog men are the ones in charge. We assume they came from further north, I have people making calls to town in the northern territories and Alaska.” “Have you asked the Inuit people about our guests?” Warren asked, “It's a long shot but it might pay off.”

Whole groves were unwell; animals abandoned their traditional habitat. Elder Thornweave added, "But the silver fire you bore burned clean," her face alight so that flowers literally erupted from her moss-hair. "The purifying flowed in the same arteries corruption had, repairing damage we had thought would take centuries to repair." Selkie ambassadors appeared out of the creek running through the center of the waystation, thereby breaking the conversation. Their dark eyes contained secrets that breathed of city beneath the waves and marine wisdom, and their seal-skin cloaks were slicked with water that would never dry.

The rest won’t survive. The humans will move away from any salt water, but I don’t need the water to be able to shift. The tales of the sirens have always been myth and legend. Stories that I let out over the centuries, through whispers among the fishing communities. Stories of beautiful creatures that would sit on rocks singing a song that would bring their doom. My people can disappear just as quickly as they arrive. We can camouflage to our surroundings, divers have gone right past us before now and not known we were there until it was too late for them.

Arrival of Other Supernatural Beings As the alphas settled in, other supernatural beings began to arrive. From the depths of the oceans came the merfolk delegation, led by Queen Nerida. Her hair flowed like seaweed, and her eyes held the mysteries of the deep. Beside her, the seal shifters, known as selkies, moved with fluid grace, their leader, Kaelen, offering a respectful nod to Reid. "Alpha Reid," Nerida spoke, her voice like the gentle lapping of waves. "The sea brings its greetings."

I knew what it was like to be torn and alone. Turning around, I looked at one of my regular customers, a selkie. He was small and dark, with translucent hair and eyes as brown as a seal's skin. With a trembling hand, I pointed to the window.

I have a feeling that the werewolves and the sirens have more than just bad blood between them. My tail still tingles as the magic sets in fully. It's hard to get used to a tail. It's even weirder to breathe in the water and not feel like I'm drowning. My gills move in and out the way, my lungs would on land. It was once believed that whatever lived on land also lived in the sea. Narwhals were hunted for their horn as people would search for unicorns. Or so Grandpa Jerry told me. There are lots of stories grandpa told me I wonder if they're all true. If they are true I wish I had a better memory, so I can go back and discover the secrets they all hold.

Does she seriously think I’m going to win? “In the meantime,” Laila says, waving her hand and conjuring a book onto the table – another children’s book from her world with lots of illustrations. “Here is a Selkie history. You should read it when you have a spare moment! It will tell you all about our people!” “Thank you for the children’s version,” Anton murmurs, leaning forward to peer at it. “I’ll help you turn the pages,” I whisper, leaning forward with him and patting him on the back.

“I’d want the chance myself, if it was me in that position. But it’s easier, now I really understand that I’m not powerless. I still wonder if we can find a Selkie. The Thames is supposed to be much cleaner now, the salmon have come back.” “So we, what, put an advert somewhere, ‘Selkie wanted for multi-species Pack?’” Aiden laughs. “We’d get people who like to dress up in animal costumes. Not that I’d object to that, if they can cope with everything else, like vampires and ghosts, but not specifically what I was looking for.” “People who dress up in animal costumes?” Aiden asks.

They were absolute pacifists and super rare. Anders gripped my hand. “You okay?” “Selkies are rare now. A lot became human after their skins were stolen. Quite a few died because of seal hunters. Their numbers dwindled because they don’t breed as easily as most species. I hope you humans get what you deserve for killing him.” I sneered at the doctor. “This is why I’m an enemy of your movement, Cronan. They’re peaceful creatures. He didn’t deserve this.” I turned and buried my face in Anders’ chest to hide my rage.