Greek Siren Novels & Stories

Another lunged at her with a blade of coral and glass, but Valia caught the wrist mid-swing, crushed it, and drove her claws into the Siren’s throat. A male Siren lunged from the side, his trident singing with blue fire. Ligon caught it between both hands, twisted, and shattered it, sending shards flying. His snarl reverberated through the cavern, shaking loose a rain of crystal dust. Still, the Sirens sang. Their harmonies swirled through the air like invisible chains, pressing against the warriors’ minds, coaxing, commanding and seducing. But Valia’s lips parted, her own voice rising in answer.

she said. "Good," Elena commented. "When there's fear, there's also faith. You need it." They waited for half a minute before they let go of each of their doubts. They stepped inside the portal and a great darkness embraced them. Jade Island housed marvellous things. Given its name, no one would believe that Diamond, worthed millions to humans, there cost no more ordinary than a Siren's toenail. Sirens were known to be translators of the Deities and that might be the reason they were so favored.

At this point, the cold reach the point of shivering in itself, weakened by the existence of the boiling hotness cause by the sword. The siren reach to the point of madness, waves so big as ocean able to produce. Naturally the siren once been a living creature of the ocean, descend in the lake created by the formless world. And it would never again to get itself to drown at the deepest of that warm yet cold of an ocean.

Gathering what air she could from the water, made her breathe in shallow gasps. Already depleted, she offered little resistance as they brought the heavy silver link towards her. The Seringue. Miernephen, the Forest Spriggan, didn’t know of the Seringue. It was forbidden by the Green King. Because of its power to control the will of others. So, she’d never heard of it. Never known the brutality of its magic.

Firing towards me. I shriek as the shift takes over. My legs fuse together, my talons erupt and webbing forms. My gills split across my neck. I dive further down. “I, queen Asteria, the first siren, call my power to me. I invoke my power, the power of the sea and storms.” I throw my arms out at my sides as lightning pierces the water and hits me. I throw my head back and scream. I open my eyes and smirk darkly. The power rolls through me. I am grabbed from behind. I lift my tail and hit the diver. I turn and shriek as I grab him and bite into his neck, ripping his throat out. My talons ripping him to shreds. Blood fills the water as I swim fast and attack the other divers, leaving nothing bu

Mermaids: A mythical sea creature with the head and trunk of a woman and the tail of a fish, Mermen: The male equivalent of a mermaid. Sirens: Sirens are mermaids who are able to lure sailors towards rocky shores via their hypnotic singing, causing the sailors to crash into the rocky coast of their island, meeting a watery demise. Oracles: An oracle is a person or agency considered to provide wise and insightful counsel or prophetic predictions, most notably including precognition of the future, inspired by deities. As such, it is a form of divination.

Long dead, eaten, gnawed vertebrae, ribs and tails. “They all swam to my voice and were caught like tiny fish on bread crumbs,” the Siren sang, leaving the unconscious Queen and turning around. “You came by yourself, just like them,” she cooed, poking a black claw into the bones. “Come out, I can smell your blood,” and sang. Fascinated by the voice, Chaos moved away from the wall and, under Nocté’s frightened gaze, went to the Siren. “Come to me, come on ... I'll give you pleasure,” her tentacles merged into a tail.

Then, it darted away in haste and eventually disappeared into the rising grey mist. The coiled shofar made from an animal not yet named or known unto man was blown in full blast, the sound from it rippled its waves into the bitter oceans, red sea, stagnant lakes, deserted plains, stony valleys, and the high mountains. From below the shrouded figure came a terrifying war cry. It broke out and stormed the atmosphere ordering the drowsing birds of the air and the little, creeping, and the huge wandering animals to battle. It raved the waters, inducing turbulent storms and waves. Waking the huge sea lions and sharks, frightening several fishes to death.

I scanned the booklet, trying to understand the different seductive characters, but the random photos of men and women only confused me even more. "I'm not that familiar with those terms. Can you explain them to me? And who are these people in the photos?" I asked, closing the booklet and looking back at James. "Sure, let me break it down for you," he said, leaning forward. "The Siren is basically the femme fatale who can lure anyone through her image and craftiness. If you are a Siren, you are highly sexual and you know it. Your confidence should radiate erotic energy wherever you go. The Siren is the ultimate male sexual fantasy. You'll be a tease, and they should please," he explained.

Nobody knows what they look like, nobody's lived long enough to tell. It was the usual serene wind that blanketed the night of 1876, the same cold breeze, some may even call it a loveless touch, caressing the tides and pulling ferrymen into sin, down, down, down, until they drown. It has been a longtime warning not to sail after midnight, word on the street is that a siren was born, furious and vengeful because of the death of a previous lover. She sings a tranquil lullaby, with the voice of an angel and face likewise. She would show up in the middle of the ocean, amidst the cerulean waves and the storm that comes along every breath she takes. Eyes glowing in color like that of where she liv