Tropical Mermaids Novels & Stories

Looks like Colton, but less bulky- Ross. I’m guessing it’s Catia and Ross. I swam closer to them, raising a questioning eyebrow at the two as they silently stared at me. “Hello? Are you guys okay?” “You have a tail? So fucking cool.” Ross says, crouching down to get a better look. They really should explore more. I see alot of mermaids. Well most of them are in Hawaii, but there are a few in New York. By a few, I mean at least a hundred thousand.

Ella said. “Don’t worry, Ella. The moment you decided to go on a trip to ‘The Marooned Island of Werewolves’, I already knew that your destiny had taken you there. The Moon Goddess wants that things happen in a certain manner, so the events in your life are all decided by her. She will keep you safe and secure. You are not a normal girl, Ella. You just have the power to survive among the werewolves. Your friends betraying you was just a manner in which the Moon Goddess executed her wishes. Your fate has different things in store for you, Ella.” Mercy Aunty seemed to beat around the bush. As if she wanted to convey something to Ella. “What are you trying to say, Mercy Aunty? You are just puzz

Sam explained, causing Wruy to tense. "Mermaids? Are they not supposed to be like... All nice and gentle? Sing songs and long for a life on land?" I asked, a hint of amusement in my voice. "You are in the demon realm, wildflower. Nothing is nice or gentle here, least of all mermaids. It's time to get out. I've had enough of your shenanigans." Sam said as he reached for my hand again. This time, I let him take my hand and I looked down at the dark water with searching eyes. I had never seen mermaids.

The shark, thankfully, continued on its patrol path. I felt the magic of the barrier pass through us as we emerged into the mermaid city. Its light pink and blue colors were a contrast to the dark colors of the siren cities. The mermaids had white kelp that reflected the light well, making it seem like they had a whole sun down there for them. I saw rows of crimson kelp growing along the border. I know they eat it daily to keep sirens from messing with their minds. “Okay, we’re here. What now?” I asked Dad, wondering how we would talk with a mermaid hidden amongst bubbles. It’s not like they’d be that accepting of us once they found out what we were.