The Falling Merman Novel Novels & Stories

Jaz POV The Moon Valley Pack is located a few miles from the Pacific Ocean and between two large mountains that separate us from the rest of the world. When you sit on the cliff that is not too far from the pack. You can see the Ocean and then you can look up and see the moon. I came across the cliff when I was 17 while on my nightly run at 11. Ever since Alpha Jax, Bata James, and Sam found me they brought me back to the pack. They gave me 2 weeks to heal and pass every test that the doctors gave to me. Then they began training me to be the best of the best. Fist they wanted to learn everything about me. From where I came from, what happened to me and of course I could tell them anything be

He immediately cautioned himself “It's okay, but can I get your name?” Eleanor didn't still trusted the man wholeheartedly, she still had to tread carefully for the meantime. She smiled “Yes sure, my name is Angelica” The man felt confused, her account name stated Eleanor, and here she was telling him Angelica “Angelica or Eleanor” She quickly chipped in “It's Angelica” The man gave in and smiled “Okay, I'll be waiting for your reply” An idea popped on her head but she was confused on what to do. She needed money desperately but she can't be that desperate to sell her body off to random strangers.

“And the oracle in the story said that the child would spell doom for both vampires and werewolves.’’ I continued. She nodded. “But what if the oracle was wrong? I remember reading a book in here a few years ago while I was researching how to make stronger boundary spells. It seemed like there were a few lapses in the story that was circulated for centuries.’’ “Lapses?’’ “Yes, lapses.’’ She paced back and forth. "It stated that the oracle was manipulated into lying that the unborn child would spell doom on both races by an elite group of Vampires known as the Novaka who got wind of the affair. I don’t understand how they were able to mind-fuck a powerful oracle but it happened. Kol and Ama

I stuttered as the phone fell from my palm finding its way to the marbled parking lot ground. CHECK OUT BOOK TWO (THE BILLIONAIRE EX-LOVER'S REVENGE)

She was scared, scared of what might happen at the house of the evil leaders that had fallen, and of being accused if her thoughts happened to be correct. Opening the door to the basement which has almost chased them away because of the foul odor coming from it. She as well as the two soldiers that came with her couldn't believe their eyes. Truly, he had been in there like her instincts told her. With his shriveled skin clinging tightly to his bones in a state of near-mummification................. TO BE CONTINUED, PLEASE WATCH OUT FOR THE SECOND BOOK OF THE SERIES COMING SOON MORGANA II; THE HYMN OF GLORY

The angle was deeper than anything we’d done before, overwhelming. “You okay?” he asked, stilling. “Yes. Move. Please move.” He did, pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. The force of it pressed me against the window. Each thrust sent shockwaves through my body. His hand came around, finding where we were joined, fingers working with ruthless precision. “Look at the city,” he commanded. “Look at everyone down there who has no idea what we’re doing up here.” I opened my eyes, focusing on the lights below. The people who had no idea that Diana Pembroke was pressed naked against a window, being taken by the man she’d agreed to marry, the lines between performance and reality b

But coming to the bar was more of just to get out of the house and drink. "Vero." "Yeah?" she asked looking up from her phone. "Is it weird that this guy is looking at me? I can like literally feel his eyes on me right now burning into my neck." "That's cool. Where is he? Is he hot?" "Yeah." She said in small voice as if someone else was straining an ear into their conversation. "Where is he?" Vero asked excitedly. If anything, she had to be excited. Lena hardly found anyone attractive and even worse, hasn't had sex in like forever, literally.

Panic slowly starts to set in and my breathing speeds up. Where the hell am I? Suddenly, a blinding white light fills the whole place and I raise an arm to cover my face as a result of the intensity of the light. I slowly step out from the enclosed space and find myself in Zeron's throne room. A loud wail leaves my lips at the heartbreaking sight before me. Zeron's head is on the throne with a sword impaling the top of his head. His decapitated body lies on the floor in the pool of his own dark blood. I fall to my knees, cries of anguish leaving my lips.

On the day my adoptive father, Claude Bolton, is buried, my biological parents, along with the fake heiress, Gwen Walton, force their way into the funeral hall to pressure me into signing a statement of forgiveness. They say Gwen is about to be recommended for graduate school, so she can't afford to have a disciplinary record for driving a mechanic to his death. My biological mother, Lorna Pollard, holds my hand and cries. "Claude is already dead. Don't ruin Gwen too." My biological father, Joseph Walton, presses the pen into my palm. "The dead shouldn't stand in the way of the living." Gwen kneels in front of the casket, crying pitifully. "Ada, I'm sorry. I didn't know Mr. Bolton wou

As soon as she turned towards her cousins, she heard the ocean water crash against the yacht making it rock violently. Shawna frowned and turned around slowly and saw a giant wave rising up, covering the entire yacht, before it came crashing down on them forcing them all to slide against the floor into the walls behind them. A grayish merman landed on the yacht looking around with an evil smile. “I hope we're not too late, we wanted to make an entrance.” The grey fish man said. “Who the fuck is this motha fucka, I swear I'm starting to think yall be making evil villains up as we kill them.” Shawna said, fighting water trying to get up before she drowns.