Wolf Mermaid Novels & Stories

She smiles knowing she did the same. "It's filled with unless possibilities." He nods. "Exactly, so again what are we doing here?" "We're visiting the nixies a wolf attacked one of the older mermaids, they bit off her tail and left marks on her body." She closed her eyes doing a quick spell. "Hineia Moauebn." The water rose from the lake forming into the body of the murdered mermaid. "One of your wolves?" He questioned her eyes tracing her body. "I highly doubt it they know the punishments they would receive if they ever came here." She assured him trying to see if she missed something.

They wanted to combine species and create the ultimate race. Melanie is a product of their experiments. She survived when no else had and for all intents and purposes was a success. She is a witch with the dna of a wolf. When she gets mad, her eyes shine with an amber hue and her magic takes the shape of a wolf when used. She is strong, physically and magically. However, she still carries the emotional damage from that time. It doesn’t bother me though. I have baggage of my own that she also knows about. We help each other, and she is my best friend and confidant.

Gerwulf yelped, holding his arm up in defense trying to protect himself from more blows. Hylda attacked him, slashing the air like a mad woman. Eloise finally found the opportunity, biting Delmar's hand hard and screaming for Gerwulf to run. At her words, his head snapped to the side, their eyes locking. Both of them stood as if time had stopped, Eloise unable to understand what was happening as he began running towards her. An earth shaking howl erupted from him, causing crowd goers to fall and drums to tip over. Even Hylda and Finn held their ears in pain. Gerwulf jumped, transforming as if he'd done it his entire life. A large blood red wolf with piercing amber eyes emerging as it barrele

Still screaming. One of them reached through the bars. A woman. Her body was half wolf, half something else. Her eyes were still human though. Still aware. “Kill me,” she whispered. “Please. Make it stop. Make the pain stop.” My heart broke. “I am so sorry. I am so sorry this happened to you.” “Not sorry. Just mercy. Please.” I looked at Elena. “Is there any way to reverse this? Any magic that could help?” “Maybe. But it would require power I do not have. It would require a witch stronger than the blood witch we killed. Would require…” She stopped. Went very still. “Morgana.”

Imbued with fire, it zips and darts agilely in the wake of the were ranks, dancing flames leaping from its nimble feet, multiple tails and flickering along its coat, finishing off any wounded vamps and cremating any remains with explosive bursts of licking flames. Even with all that, the alpha’s still not done. In the water are swarms of mutated scaly water wolves under the direction of—and I can’t fucking believe my eyes seeing it— an actual mermaid. Guess I found the source of the water magic. As I watch, the water wolves overrun any water method a vampire uses to escape. Like the forces in the air and on the ground, this group is followed by some peculiar and excessively overpowered clean

But she was trapped in the cart, unable to help her friend. Suddenly, the two rogue wolves lunged forward, their growls reverberating through the air. Maria transformed into her wolf form in an instant, her body shifting and growing, fur sprouting as she became a powerful creature. Isla watched in awe and fear as Maria faced off against the two wolves, her instincts taking over as she prepared to defend herself.

Her memories flash before me: fragments of her life, her fears, and deeper, darker corners she’s never shared. But as I dig further, something shocks me to my core. There’s a presence in her mind, something ancient and malevolent, not her wolf, but something else. Her beast stirs as I probe, and the realization hits me like a punch to the gut—Morana’s wolf has been cursed with a Meraloth. The Meraloth senses my presence, and with a violent surge, it ejects me from Morana’s mind. The backlash is physical, throwing me backward as her body jerks forward from the force.

Or another person. The wolf in her is a bit docile and quiet. It doesn’t reach out to my alpha, which perhaps has something to do with her other part being a mermaid. I don’t know how hybrids handle being two halves of different species. It must be tiring. I walked into the lake, letting the cool water clear all the tension from my body and mind.

They weren’t completely human but weren't all genetically altered with the same genes either and dubbing them with that title spanned all the differences. Some had been mixed with large-feline DNA, some with canine and some with primate. “Sorry,” he grumbled as she peered into a pretty set of catlike eyes. Feline, she silently identified his mixed species. “No problem.” He moved on and she sighed in disappointment. Not many of them wanted to talk to humans. She couldn’t blame them after all they’d been through. Mercile Industries had labeled each one with a number and called them experimental prototypes. The staff

They lay, whimpering, on the cold, damp ground, their crimson colored eyes rolled back in their sockets and froth foaming from their mouths. Merlin flicked her wrists and from out of nowhere, a low wind, whistled through the trees, moving closer to the flame-haired witch. Gathering momentum, the whistling rose steadily in pitch, as the gale came shrieking through the woods before surrounding Merlin. Her hair and clothes whipped around her and her eyes glowed green as her magical aura, grew and pulsated around her. Another flick of her wrists and the bodies of the injured werewolves were whisked away deep into the woods.