The Mermaid Prince Novels & Stories

I was a runaway mermaid princess. To break the curse on a pirate captain's two sons, I sacrificed my radiant tail and the voice I treasured above all to a witch. I was left crippled and confined to a wheelchair, and whenever I opened my mouth, my voice came out in an ugly, breathy rasp. But they swore that one of them would marry me and the other would guard me for the rest of my life. Then, during a clash at sea, they rescued a human woman and kept her aboard as a maid. From that day on, everything changed. They were both addicted to the maid's body and could not tear themselves away from her. The younger one said, "You're so beautiful. Far more beautiful than Heloise, that fish with no leg

Corbin says to me as I chuckle doing an about face. Walking back towards the group. I hold my head up high just as I come face to face with High Elder Morris and his daughter. Yes, his daughter because she is undeserving of being called my mate. “The Prince and his Princess will ride with me.” I state being all business. “Just who do you think you are pup?” The High Elder takes a step forward and gets into my personal space. “I would take a step back High Elder.” The Elder looks over to my uncle who spoke. None other than the King of Werewolves. “Just why would I do that. He has no say in this.” He says smugly as I just smile at my mate who has this confused look on her face. I cannot wait t

Hattie's POV. There were four tales of the mad prince. One of them was, he wasn't human, but a demon. The second was, he married a wife before, but killed her in her sleep for defiling his orders. The third was he punishes his offenders in the most brutal ways and the last was, the mad prince was actually mad. I didn't know how true all these tales were, but I still didn't want to have anything to do with him. "Did you hear what I said?" he asked gruffly.

I can see his wolf glowing in his eyes; suffering his claws cutting into my skin, and enduring the burning pain of his violent thrusts. All I can think is that I must not cry. I can scream and fight, I can feel the violation and agony. But I must not cry. If Mordred finds out what we truly are, there is no telling the cruelty he’ll inflict. It’s a well-kept secret in the border country that Damien will pay anyone who brings him a mermaid a generous bounty – so generous that husbands have been known to turn in their wives, and wives their husbands. It’s possible Mordred knows about the bounty, but more likely that he would find some other way to exploit us. He would become our new slaver, and

Yet, for the time being, the long years of injury left me unable to reclaim the ethereal voice I once possessed. As the princess of the merfolk, I had been meant to uphold the order of the seas and safeguard this vast, blue realm. But whenever I patrolled the waters, my gaze inevitably drifted toward the brilliant coral reefs, my heart heavy with memories of what I had lost. … One day, as I wandered near the coral formations, I heard the soft stir of a current behind me. I turned to see a merfolk knight clad in silver-scaled armor. It was Drake Gibson. His gaze was calm and gentle, as though he could see right through someone. Yet, he never pried into my past. Instead, he chose to remain qui

I ask curiously. "Oh, this is my favourite," Crimson says. "It's you at your engagement party." The world seems to shudder to a stop, my entire attention zeroing in on the photo. "I'm engaged?" I whisper. I better not be engaged to that older man... "Yes, of course." Crimson points to the younger man. "This is Vade, a Prince from Territory Five. You two were engaged the moment you were born. His father is great friends with yours." Nasuea twists in my stomach.

This time, I would not repeat the same fate. I walked straight to the wheel and tore off the slip marked with my letter–A. The room fell silent in shock. "Is she insane?" "That's one less competitor–our chances just improved!" "But the young master clearly favors someone else. Marrying into that… do you think it'll end well?" The thirty-five other women on the wheel were whispering to each other. The other girls whispered among themselves. I did not care. I calmly tore the slip in my hand to pieces and dropped it into the trash.

Besides this Third Prince is a light sleeper though would often fall back asleep once he woke. “Your Highness, shall I prepare your bath now?” “Yes of course, thank you Ming Xuan.” With a gentle smile Ming Xuan walked into the bathing chamber to fill the stone tub for the prince’s bath. As he filled the bath with hot bath water and soap he thought to himself with a glance out the window by the tub.

Miranda stated. “Very well, Miranda. I know you will not disappoint me again.” Hannock then stand from his throne, taking steps closer to Miranda. He reached his hand and touched her face and to her chin which he raised. “I will keep my promise and I won’t harm the princess nor the prince. But I need to know... does she really hold the bow to kill the prince who has Yami’s crystal.” “Yes, my king. I saw how the crown prince cares for her and he gifted her the powerful bow that he himself blessed.”

“What... what do you mean?” “In due time, Amber. In due time.” “What’s your name?” she asked, voice still shaky. “You will call me Mermaid.” “Mermaid,” Amber echoed. “That is correct,” Mermaid confirmed. Then, without warning, she dashed toward the pool, dove in, and transformed once more—tail shimmering as she moved like a queen in her kingdom. She glided through the water, leaving Amber speechless, her heart pounding with fear, awe, and curiosity.