All Chapters of Merturned : Chapter 101 - Chapter 110

Chapter 98 Sea Serpent HandlerTrent administers the antivenom, carefully injecting the medicinal contents into his bondmate's body. Naida, Marine, and Lucious hover around the carriage, their eyes fixed on Hunter, waiting anxiously to see what happens next. Trent gently lifts Hunter slightly, positioning him so that his face rests in the small air bubble inside the top of the carriage. It's stale air, but this way, if Hunter gasps when the antivenom wakes him up, he won't risk drowning.Hunter takes a deep breath, and Trent observes, his heart racing, as his bondmate's breathing stabilizes into a steady rhythm. Trent waits until Hunter's breathing stops in a long hold, signifying he is resting properly, before gently settling him back on the seat. Then he backs out of the carriage pushing off the seat.Trent turns around to see the tower, hovering just behind the young merlad, is a massive merman. His presence commands attention, and his sh

Chapter 100 The Handler’s DaughterThe next morning, Trent was awakened by the sound of the cell door opening, but this time, he shot out of bed for a different reason. The soft, purple glow of bioluminescent organisms in the room indicated that it was still early, around 4 am in the underwater world of Aqualeara. He was hoping for another chance to get to know the Serpent Handler's daughter, a very special mermaid. To his surprise, she wasn't alone this time; an older nurse came in with her. The nurse had deep purple hair and tail, and they both went over to tend to Hunter, sitting him up gently. Hunter's eyes were bandaged, but even without sight, he seemed to sense the special mermaid's presence. A dreamy expression crossed his face as he turned in her direction, his heart connecting with her in their silent underwater world. Trent grinned; it seemed that his bondmate had taken a liking to the mermaid, and he hoped that the feeling was mutual.

Chapter 102 Searching In The DarkMarkous, Naida, Trent, and Aziza set off to find the rest of their group. They travel for hours, relying solely on the waystick's light to guide them through the dark abyss. The waystick's bright beam of light extends to about 50 feet ahead of them, casting eerie shadows on the ancient ruins of Lost Atlantis that loom in the distance.As they swim through the ancient city's remains, the crumbling buildings rise from the ocean floor like silent sentinels of a forgotten era. The structures, once grand and magnificent, now lie in ruins, covered in algae and coral, a testament to the passage of time. The group moves cautiously, navigating the debris carefully, searching for any signs of their missing friends.The vast desolate sediment plains of the ocean floor stretch out in every direction, making the search even more daunting. The only sounds that accompany them are the gentle swishing of their fins and the distant echoes o

Chapter 104 The Serpents Blood InnWith their belongings packed, they follow Aziza through the village's narrow and winding cobalt metal pathways, the old-world charm of the place captivating their senses. The village seemed to be a harmonious blend of tradition and innovation, with cobalt metal structures rising gracefully from the ocean floor.As they continue, they arrive at their destination, the Serpent's Blood Inn. The inn's architecture is an impressive feat of craftsmanship, crafted entirely from cobalt metal. Its rounded shape resembles a coiled serpent, with the eve designed as the serpent's head and upper jaw. The serpent's eyes, made of glass, gaze enigmatically at all who approach.The entrance to the inn is a breathtaking sight, with the door artfully placed at the back of the serpent's mouth. To enter, they must swim into the serpents' mouth through the arched doorway. The interior is adorned with ornate cobalt metal carvings, depicting scen

Chapter 106 Watch Point’s Market.The next morning, as the first rays of dawn gently touched Aqualeara, the group emerged from their rooms, feeling refreshed and ready for a new day of exploration. Aziza sat gracefully at the bar, her tail swaying softly as she engrossed herself in a captivating book, waiting patiently for her companions to join her. The inn's airgarden provided a tranquil start to their morning, allowing them a few peaceful moments to collect their thoughts before they embarked on their adventure.With their spirits lifted and stomachs content from a hearty breakfast, they set off for the market, the heart of Watch Point. As they approached, the sight that unfolded before them was nothing short of awe-inspiring. The enormous statue of the Guardian of Virtue stood majestically at the center, a testament to the village's values and beliefs. The smaller-than-life-size sea serpent coiled gracefully in a magnificent mound, its head rising up in a protective stance, and it