Shark Fanart Novels & Stories

"My friends won't harm us." As Nerissa observes the mermaid's appearance, the connection between her and the sharks becomes evident. The mesmerizing swaying of her shark-like tail and the striking resemblance to the magnificent creatures bestow upon her a profound significance. Sharks, known as the spirit animals of the Merfolk of Tazmanridge, hold a sacred place in their culture. It's a realization that adds depth and resonance to the mermaid's signs.

The water shimmered under the new light, lending the space an underwater ambiance. Amber stepped inside slowly, absorbing the surreal beauty around her. On one wall stood a door etched with the image of a shark. The surrounding walls were decorated with actual shells from various sea and land creatures—tortoises, oysters, starfish, and more. Large terracotta flower pots stood against the walls, each brimming with lush, exotic flowers. Two of the largest pots flanked the shark-engraved door like sentinels. Everything looked authentic—alive, even.

The shark's teeth were slicing through flesh like a hot knife through butter. And as more blood spilled, their frenzied state intensified. I watched as the chaos unfolded from the distance, dead calm as I quickly returned to the yacht. Once I got on, I could see Larry and his friends kicking and splashing in the sea, yelling, "Help!" Before anyone could do anything, a shark shot toward him from beneath, chomping off his entire leg and drawing even more blood.

I guess the need to protect my identity is firm. All I can do is moan. The heat flares inside me. I peer over at him, seeing how he’s greedily watching my nipples. The sweep of his eyes alone sparks something in me. Hunger. Want. I suddenly burn with the desire to have those perfect lips wrapped around my nipples. Shark is staring at them, like he’s cataloging them in his mind. As if he doesn’t want to forget how they look. I’m surprised the whole tension hasn’t paused my rocking hip because my heart has stopped beating for a moment there.

I shake my head but he gives me a nod “M-my f-favourite a-animal is a shark” I see him grinning but I don’t understand why “What kind of shark? Come on Olivia focus on me” – he says “White shark” – I say while I hold his fingers between mine one at a time. “Good, keep playing with my fingers” I nod “So, tell me what your favourite colour is?” “Blue, sky blue, like your eyes” – I say and regret immediately, Stupid, stupid.

“Tongo said it was very beautiful on the reefs behind the cape. The fish are multi-colored. - Yeah. And full of sharks,” she snorts and reaches for a tube of cream. A shark dressed as a clown with the face of Darling Charlie... A nightmare. She barely has time to pull the phone out from under the absurdly large paw of the dog, which has come to her call and is now climbing to cuddle. Blue light.

He went to great pains to make sure his appearance as the Shark was very much different from his appearance as Farok. As Farok, semi permanent tattoos were inked into his skin, around his arms and by the left side of his face, up towards his hairline. He also always remained clean shaven as the Shark, while Farok spotted a full beard. Leywin had once taunted him the Shark was his real identity, while Farok was a disguise. He had expected Shira through see through the beards and the tattoos. She had not. “Why are you here?” Her voice was clipped, angry.

Lofan didn’t look up from his whittling. Zierno was quiet a long moment as he tried to figure out these odd coincidences. “The canvas bag is goods and food. She’ll be getting hungry.” Lofan was rising from his rickety chair. Turning he wiped shavings from the small round table absentmindedly. “Who?” Zierno asked warily. He can’t know. Striding purposefully across his hut, Lofan spun the piece of wood he held to face Zierno. It was an exact likeness of the Mist Mare girl.

But she couldn’t explain it away, not when she looked at his mouth from which two teeth were protruding now. No, not teeth. Fangs! Pointy, sharp fangs like those of an animal. Like a Sabertooth tiger. She couldn’t think it, no, because to think it made it real. It couldn’t be real. It didn’t exist. He didn’t exist, not like that.

And if it's not it, the one who wrote this must have been trolling. Zinnia racked her brain and felt a little uncomfortable after some bits of blurry images flashed in her head. Some scenes were about some kind of human shifting, its body curled up into a ball then suddenly fur started growing from its flawless skin then the ones flawless and human-like structure became somewhat like a dog, no it was a wolf. Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she squinted in pain and groaned after the blurry images suddenly rushed as if they were some kind of film on its ten times playback speed.