Spotted Mermaids Novels & Stories

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."

It felt like my eyes were about to pop out of their sockets. I blinked a couple of times to remove the dry, burning sensation that had formed. "I can't really answer that, you'd have to ask a Witch or Warlock," I needed to speak to Vivienne about this. The full moon was near and I needed to prepare for it the best way that I could. "Merfolk transform into their natural form if they aren't already. They basically crave the flesh and blood of sailors," so if I were a Mermaid I would want to eat a human. Vera and Elliot are humans. Annalise is a human. They weren't sailors but I couldn't imagine eating them. Had my mother ever eaten a human before? My head was spinning and my stomach was churni

Their eyes were red, and their hands were long and sharply clawed. When viewed from above, they appear as if they were mermaids. The only notable difference was their having webbed feet like frogs. " Those are commonly referred to as "Shokoy" " I was shocked when I heard Hugo had said. "A mermaid is the exact opposite of a shokoy. Mermaids are exactly what they are called: mermen." I was told by Olivia. " The truth is that the mermaids are only half human, and the other half is a mix of fish and human. While mermen are more like humans, they appear to be half fish.

Had she intentionally saved me? I watched as she slowly began to crawl toward a pool of moonlight, where I could see her clearly. Her lips peeled back from her fangs, sharp as daggers. Spindles of saliva flecked with blood fell from those fangs. Her positioning was like that of the mythical wyvern; her fur spiked up as she moved quadrupedally toward me. When I stared into her gleaming red eyes, I realized I wasn't looking at my sister. Or at least, not who she used to be.

Fighting is what I do best, not marriage or assuming my position of King so soon, but desperate times means desperate measures. Travis pauses before speaking and I'm immediately annoyed by his hesitation. "Spit it out already!" I bark out. He flinches, "Yes sir! Right away sir. Well... erm, there's been a sighting." He stutters out. "A sighing of what?" I ask moving closer to Travis. Ugh it's probably another shark or something. "A ship. A pirate ship. Black and silver sails and a dark wooden body. In.. in Crab Cove." He stammers.

She replied. I didn’t get anything she said. It was somewhat metaphoric that I find it hard to absorb. For a moment, I just stared at her in the hopes she would get to conclude that I am thirsty for explanation. Magindara let out a sigh. “For as long as there are any bodies of water, the eyes of the merfolk will be able to witness everything. Remember, Oryol is a serpent goddess and that time, she was inside a tank full of water. We have the ability to see everything using the water as our medium. May it be past or present.” She finally explained.

Curiosity was visible in their stupefied expressions. They were horrifying sea creatures with fishlike bodies and long green tentacles. They have gill slits, are colored brown or green, and have scaly skin, comparable to that of fishes in Antarctica. I noticed that they have intimidating aquatic animals such as eels, octopus, and squids swimming along with them. “Welcome to our humble kingdom, Master Amante. Your arrival was a great honor for us, merfolk!” I could not say the same, though. The only reason for me being here was my mate, Allyssa Lausanne, who had been abducted by the likes of them. And I felt my blood boil with rage once more.

she asked curiously as she latched onto the elder’s arm before they all gathered under the makeshift roof they had made from leaves, twigs and a couple length of twine from the Huntress. “There are more out into the world, young one.” The Huntress told the younger with a smile. “And I can’t name them all.” She said much to younger’s disappointment, though she could sense that the younger probably believed about the puckwedgie but had decided not let it ruin her mood. “And what are the ones you could recall?” Tivona asked, “Can you please just give me just one? Please?” she pleaded. “As you wish,” she conceeded to the younger’s wishes much to Aedre’s annoyance. “They say that mermaids exists.

I know he just wants to be an adult like the others, but he still has a few years to go. “Supernaturals are disappearing again.” Hectate states. “I knew sooner or later that Asmoday would start back up. They have been quiet for to long.” I admit. We were told yesterday that a few mermaids had disappeared, and Poseidon feared that they had been captured but the black marker assholes. I am not sure how they caught mermaids, but they did. I was also unsure how or where they were housing them since they needed salt water. I am guessing that they must have built some sort of storage facility to house them in until they can sell them. They had been quiet for the last two hundred years, but

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.