The Little Mermaid Daughter Novels & Stories

"Luna, my darling, my daughter. I'm here. Mommy's here..." Luna is my daughter! Luna Hilda Clemon. My name is in her christened name! This is the child that I never had the chance to meet after her birth! "I'm here. Mommy's here..." Hilda tried to hold back her tears, but her face was still covered in them. Luna was mature for her age and a cutie pie while she innocently consoled, "Mommy, you are a fairy and fairies don't cry!" Hilda nodded and suppressed her tears as she excitedly looked at her daughter. No wonder I felt a strong connection toward her. She's my daughter after all! My daughter... I have a daughter!

He saw a figure huddled in the corner, cloaked in darkness. Liam hushed. “Meagia?” The figure stirred, and a faint voice whispered back, choked with emotion. Meagia became tearful. “Dad? Is that really you?” Liam's heart surged with relief and fear as he recognized the voice. He approached the cell and saw his daughter, Meagia, her eyes filled with tears. She was chained to the cold, iron bars, her magical powers suppressed by dark enchantments.

But I had thought they were scientists who just wanted to turn me into some lab rat because of my rare rod-like pupils. "What are you doing?" She asks, her eyes resting on the bunch of flowers in my hands. "Making a posy for Romeo." I announce, waving the bunch of flowers in the air before proceeding to string a red ribbon around them, "Because I'm the best girlfriend ever." "Mrs. Ferguson and her grandson were just letting out curse words at the unfortunate human being that dared to tamper with their flowers," She moves further into the room, snatching the flowers from me, "Why do I have a feeling my daughter is the flower thief?"

When one has lost as much as she has - when even now, she can feel the warm weight of Andromeda on her shoulders, reminding her of just how much she’s lost - one woman’s disappointment ceases to carry much weight at all. The life of a dragon cannot be repaid, even with the deaths of a thousand men. “So you have convinced Lord Brandon to fight for the Red Throne,” she concludes. When her daughter had walked into the room with a third dragon on her shoulders and a light in her eyes that could only be described as vengeful, she had not known what to expect. What had transpired that could have made it so that for the first time in her life, when she saw her youngest daughter, she saw not a girl

Callan and I start to growl at her, her smile is vicious. “Are you boys looking for my daughter? She did not come home but, I will tell you now, she is not your whore! Go fuck a mutt! Leave her alone!” she snarls. I had a feeling that I might face her, my father warned me about her, her father had told him, that he had a daughter that went dark years ago. He gave me a pill with powerful magic that blocks a dark one's attack. She closes her eyes and starts chanting, as she is distracted, we decided to try and drive away. Suddenly we felt something pulling on the car. It feel as if something has attached an anchor to the car and turned us into sitting ducks.

“Mm mm mm. Your daughter has grown up to be a fine young woman. She's already sixteen, Ivory." Crenda said to Ariel's mother, Ivory. "I know. Lord, she grew up way too fast. It feels like yesterday when she was saying her first words, and now she's gonna be graduating from high school soon." Ivory slightly sobbed. "Girl, don't start crying on me. Come here." Crenda hugged Ivory and patted her back as Ivory sniffled.

I froze for a moment and shot around, “Daughter…?” She nodded, “I want to bless you both. I have someone extraordinary planned for her. Your daughter,” “Nuray.” I cut her off, “Her name is Nuray.” She smiled, “Nuray will be a great she-wolf, a powerful wolf.” I thought for a moment, my husband is a Beta; does this mean that she’ll be with an Alpha? My brain rushed with hundreds of questions. “Are you ready to meet your daughter?” I nodded but then thought for a second,

I looked back at the young woman and sighed softly. Evangeline: Your mermaid charms don't work here. You call me a whore, but who but a whore would use her people's magic to bend a man to her spell? Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the men shake their heads and fight against the spell. Then, my father stepped toward the woman and squeezed her throat so tightly she couldn't breathe. The stench of rot and stagnant swamp began to fill the air, making the men's struggle easier.

When they heard my voice, everyone turned back to me. "Your Holiness," the Hora spoke. "You must know that standing before you, are no ordinary children." "What does that mean?" I squeaked. "These are the avatars of the Gods of Meru." "Avatars?" "They are the incarnations of the gods," Kesar whispered to me. I stared at them in disbelief and pure shock. This got weirder than I would like it to be. "Now the Lord of Destiny has marked you as the Prophesied Child," the Hora went on. "You must save the race of the Nagas and restore peace to our land."

ADAM I could not find peace tonight, seeing that girl, it felt like I had gone back in time. She was the spitting image of my Selene. And I couldn’t stop thinking about whether that girl was my Ayla, the daughter we had to hide. I never heard what her name was, but I heard them talking about a lone wolf saving her when that fucking heir attacked her. Could it be my father? who, after all these years where still alive, and around to look after her.