Beautiful Fantasy Siren Novels & Stories

I wanted them to have a chance to form a connection before I made my grand entrance just like I had done with Niklaus. I had already slipped into a black mini-dress that accentuated my curves. My long, black hair cascaded down my back in luscious curls, reaching past my waist. My makeup was understated yet effective - a subtle plum lip gloss and mascara to enhance my naturally long lashes. My Atlantian Rainbow eyes shone with a mesmerizing blend of purple, green, and aqua blue, speckled with gold twinkles that sparkled like tiny stars. But as I felt arousal stir within me, my eyes transformed into a deep, sultry purple and dark blue, my sparkles intensifying with a hypnotic effect. It was a

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."

It was the conjuring of one with a small imagination. “We’re in the desert,” said Ilyria, “So let’s see some desert.” And then she used her glamour. She conjured up a desert of rippling gold sands beneath an indigo sky. The sky sparkled with a million stars, that moved continuously in spiralling patterns. She rolled the sand around them, a protection of dunes as high as mountains. The sirens she clad in cloud silks in hues of blue ranging from the deepest midnight to the palest desert spring. She opened her eyes. As she had hoped, the sirens had become completely besotted with themselves. They twirled and played with their magnificent dresses, their faces lit up with smiles that made them se

The further she fled, the harder she would be to track. “So, what can you do?” He appeared before me so quickly I was startled. His movements in the water were almost untraceable. “What do you mean what can I do?” I quipped. “You know, what are your… abilities?” “I am a Siren and you are a sailor, I believe you know of my abilities.” “I know the myths. I know what I’ve heard from the drunken ramblings of my shipmates and what I’ve read in books. But they are human tales, they can’t be accurate.”

My hearing and eyesight improve as I swim around looking at my new home. “You can’t be a queen without people to rule.” I look at my father as he waves his hand and I watch thousands of people like me manifest from a shell he is holding. My people, the sirens. “You will rule the seas. You can go on land. Your power will be endless, Asteria. My daughter, the first siren. All humans and other shifters will fear you and your people, as you are the strongest.” I move closer to him and hug him, my tail wrapping around him.

Neth and I are behind, trailing. The curly tips of my hair swayed as I let it fall on my back. It was touching my lower back. My hair is long, thick, and very black. My eyes are round and very dark. My lips, almost the color of red apples, I would bite them occasionally. I shouldn't have annoyed Silas. I felt even more uncomfortable being with him. “She looks like a lost princess in the woods.”

"You had a non-dragon mate that you rejected, didn't you?" Fafnir let out an aroused sounding moan, and hearing it coming through the phone was a little more than disturbing to say the least. "Oh boy did I ever. Scarlett. She was the fire fairy princess of our hemisphere. Drop dead gorgeous, curves like you wouldn't believe, long wavy blood red hair, sparkling orange eyes, the heart of a saint with the level of crazy that could keep a man happy in bed until his dying breath." "What ever happened between the two of you?"

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

Even her skin appeared translucent, with a sheen that reflected the cold light like marble. She opened her eyes, and Diana couldn't fight that little gasp from escaping her. Her eyes were glowing. A magical, ethereal blue. She was actually alive. Sentient. She'd half-thought that she was a sort of statue. A doll. "Blessed be the moon," Ares uttered from right next to her, his powerful voice startling her. She'd almost forgotten that he was there, with her. "Blessed be the moon," the beautiful deity answered, her glowing gaze lowering to the silvery table in front of her, where a deck of tarot cards was laid out. Not sparing them a single glance.

Siren was completely intoxicated by her scent, by the fierce, terrifying depth of the power she had just unleashed. Mine, Siren growled, his voice deep, a low rumble of awe vibrating through my bones. She is ours. Regardless of anything, the Moon Goddess gave her to us. We protect her. I know, I answered him, my chest heaving against hers as I stared down at her pale face. My pulse was racing, a chaotic mix of raw possessiveness and blinding dread. I know she’s ours, Siren. But…magic. Somehow, she wields old magic. And her eyes. That color...