Sonic Mermaids の小説・ストーリー

Greenish grains of sand-fireflies flashed on the sponges. Erida touched the laces encircling her thighs, and they slid like snakes between her fingers. Pulling on the tip of the tail, the queen exposed her all while itchy flipper-legs, revealing ink-black scales. This cunning outfit, which creates a full-fledged mermaid look, was given to her by her aunt after her niece returned from the depths of Sombra.

Amelia called out. A lithe figure darted from the ship's rigging, her aquamarine eyes alight with arcane energy. Marina, the siren of the seas, lifted her arms, and a torrential spout of water blasted from her palms, propelling a serpent back into the abyssal depths. Her voice, a weapon of its own, wove a disorienting melody, ensnaring the creatures’ senses and leaving them vulnerable.

“Is that?” The woman’s lips lifted, as if she could hear my breathlessness. As if she were pleased to have rendered me speechless. “That is Isla,” Orion replied, “Goddess of the Sea and Queen of the Merfolk.” It was Azrael that approached and explained our desire to seek out the Chasm. The mermaids surrounding Isla seemed to drift closer to the shore, giggling as they drank in the sight of my mate. I couldn’t bring myself to feel jealous, not when I was too busy marveling at them. They were stunning, beautiful in a way that felt otherworldly.

She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will." "So, essentially, I'm a mermaid?" I asked. "Mermaids went extinct because of Syrens way before the war, they are two very different beings." "Oh," was all I managed to say. "What happened to the Syrens, then?" Hunter asked, who had been quiet up to this point. "I'm not sure. The books all ended with the fact that Sophane separated the Syren realm from the rest of Malsophor. Nothing more, nothing less."

Valhared scowled. “And just how do you propose she do that?” Rivyn was amused. “I don’t know. Sing something?” Valhared glowered over the balustrade at the circling mermaids and mermen. I leaned over the balustrade at his side, and the merfolk rose, their faces and arms breaching the surface for the water as they reached for me, calling out in their tongue, their voices breathless in the air. Their calls beneath the water rose in croons as if they enticed me to dive over to them.