The Little Mermaid Daughter Novels & Stories

Amber added. "I know what happened," Mermaid said, her tone calm, ageless. "Her daughter's visit to the lake was a lie. I indulged them, for if I answered every cry, many would have been taken. But you-" She tilted her head, her golden hair gleaming in the light. Amber hesitated. "Why me?" "Because I heard your genuine cry," Mermaid answered softly. "You did not seek wealth for yourself, but as a way to help others. To you, riches were never possession, but a tool. That is why you were chosen."

From behind that line, from a carriage made of Sea Foam, came out the queen herself, as Jade and Ruby went down in a bow. " So this is Crystal's mischievous daughter. I see. , " The queen went straight upto Mia ignoring the rest. She placed a long twig like stick, made of pure gold, on Mia's throat. Slowly tracing upwards, she lifted Mia's head with it and said, " You truly live upto your reputation. Daughter of a wolf and the renegade mer-queen. How charming. You are beautiful, I must say. " Jade and Ruby instantly formed a protective figure barrier in front of Mia.

He can use lightning magic. After classes, I head to my dorm. I only have four classes a day, so that I can prepare for being Empress. As I'm walking to my dorm, I see Princess Laguna Ocean, the great-granddaughter of Poseidon, and the next mermaid Queen, in her human form Laguna has Blue hair braided with seashells and pearls, sea green eyes, and pale skin in her mermaid form her tail is green and blue. "My Lady," says Laguna as she curtsies to me

Come back! "I was wrong! I'll give everything back to you! I'll trade my life!" "Forum, can you hear me? I'll trade! Bring my sister back!" But the countdown had already begun. No matter how much they regretted it, it was too late. I felt a wave of lightness. A soft white glow wrapped around me. Maybe this was fine, too. Goodbye. In the next life, let's not meet again. Being Dad's daughter hurt too much.

The guests attending the birthday party gathered around, pointing at me and whispering. "She looks respectable enough. Why is she trying to pretend to be a Meyer?" "She must be trying to latch onto Aaron. Look, the real Mrs. Meyer and the young miss are right here." "I heard Aaron fathered a child with a nanny, and the girl kept claiming she was the Meyer family's heiress. The teacher even led the class to punish her. Looks like they're all the same kind." "The nanny's daughter?" I turned to Clarisse. "At school, you were the ones who made Maeve cry and forced her to stand in the snow, weren't you?"

Her palm was so small, her skin so soft. "Mom, I'm not a pup," Lyra said slowly, every word chillingly clear. "I actually came back from 20 years in the future." I froze. "Twenty years from now, you'll have been gone for a long time," she said, her eyes reddening quickly. "Your wolf withered from heartbreak. By the time they found out, it was too late to save you. Dad had already marked a new Luna by then. "The ceremony took place just three months after you passed. He told the pack they couldn't be without a Luna—that Finn and I needed someone to care for us."

After what felt like an eternity, I got up from the floor of the restroom and looked at myself in the mirror. My eyes were red, my cheeks swollen from crying. But somewhere deep inside me, a small voice whispered, you’re Ariel Morgan. I straightened my back. You are, Ariel Morgan. The only daughter of Morgan, the great witch. The only daughter born without magic. I had survived being neglected, being broken by the people I called my own. If I could survive that, I would survive this too. This was just another phase of my life.

I asked. “White has never been your colour. I told you that. Why do you do this? Are you trying to embarrass me? After tonight, everyone is going to know that you are my daughter. And I am the one that is going to hear about how you turned up looking so shabby to a mating ball.” My father yelled, pinching the bridge of his nose. “I don’t know what the hell I am going to do with you.” He said, shaking his head. “What are you talking about Dad? I think she looks absolutely beautiful.” Ryker says.

Morgana looked at me firmly. I squinted, trying to understand. The reclusive witch seemed to sense my confusion and then ran her hands over the glass, revealing the truth through her magic. The happy and bouncing child wasn't real; it was a source of energy with threads extending behind a tree, where I could see Isadora manipulating. “What? I don't understand... The child isn't real?” I widened my eyes at Morgana, who sighed. “Unfortunately, that child was named Yeneffer... She was Sibila's daughter.” The witch pondered.

The weight of their secret weighs heavily on her mind, and she wonders what the future holds for their newfound friends, the merfilk. Meanwhile, Nerissa swims through the grand entrance of the palace, where her parents anxiously await her return. Queen Chloris, her birth mother, embraces her tightly, while Queen Eria, her other mom, greets her with a warm smile. "Nerissa, you have us worried sick," Mother signs with concern. "What happened?" "We make a new friend," Nerissa signs back, a smile lighting up her face. "Her name is Naida, and she's a mermaid from Tasmanridge. She's really nice, and we spend the day exploring the caves."