Male Siren Novels & Stories

His voice sounded in my mind. I blinked, trying to stay strong as the pieces fell together. He was a male siren, someone so sensual, so strong in his sexuality that he couldn't help but give off pheromones by merely breathing. Our books hadn't mentioned male sirens, but I couldn't imagine him being anything but that. He was too perfect, too strong, too warm. My body hummed with awareness. "Beautiful, isn't she?" he said, the waves getting hotter and hotter, making me want to whimper aloud. I wanted to touch him, any part of him, even his feet. How stupid was that? I would literally sell my soul if I could touch his big toe.

Not a ritual. Something… primal. “She’s bonded,” said High Lord Thaniel, tapping his clawed fingers on the table. “We felt the surge across three realms.” “Confirmed,” said Grand Seer Malrix. “A triad. Male—demonic. Male—fae. And the siren.” There was a long silence. Lysarien broke it. “That’s impossible. Sirens can’t form a stable tri-bond. Their magic is too seductive. Too unstable.”

“I don't give a single fuck about your race, and I don't give a fuck about your money. You will turn your boots around right now and walk back to your own camp, or I swear to God I will have Jax and Tank physically throw your body into the dirt outside our gates.” Siren stared up into his angry, rugged face for three long, agonizingly tense seconds, her breathing heavy. She looked for any signs of hesitation in his eyes, but she found absolutely nothing but cold iron. Finally, she let out a bitter, sharp laugh and stepped back a full foot. “Whatever you say, Prez,” Siren murmured with a cold smirk. “I'll see you boys out on the highway tomorrow morning.” She turned her body around and walked

Unless Grandpa was somehow related to Jonah from that old Bible story, there was no way for that fish story to ever be true. He also bragged about falling in love with a siren. A siren is a voice on the water that sings to fishermen. It's a mermaid with the vocal cords of a goddess. Perhaps my grandpa was telling the truth, maybe there is something living at the bottom of the sea. If they could call my grandfather and let him live, what would they do to me?

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

He said to see Catrina give him her full attention. "Alpha I heard a voice which can only belong to one creature," "Which creature?" He had a faint idea of what the creature is but he wants confirmation. "A siren." He said it and Catrina who didn't know gave them a questionable look. 'What is a siren?" Catrina asked them. A siren is like a mermaid but a siren is evil, it is a man eating monster. It has a horn on it's head, with fang like teeth, sharp claws and a sharp fin.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

"So there is something that is making them risk attacking on the coast." "And we believe that it has to do with the irish sirens," says the scientist guy who was at the bar, speaking with burning eyes fixed on me. I feel fragile like a piece of glass about to break under his gaze, when he says the word "siren" I feel that he takes hold of me, of my secrets and my life. "Who are you?" Seila asks in a seductive tone, staring intently at her savior. "My name is Matias, and I won't forget you," he replies.

“People fear what they don’t understand. I can mind link whoever I wish, receptive or not. Sometimes it takes days for the message to filter through. They often choose not to believe it. But I try and do good wherever I can.” “What’s in it for you?” I couldn’t help the bitterness, recalling how he’d done nothing to stop Tommy from raping me, encouraged him even. “I was going through a bad patch. Your Alpha changed all that. I owe him - and you.” “So, what’s a siren?” “A female who must try to kill her lover after they mate.” I gaped at him. “You’re not suggesting it will happen here, this weekend?” “There are several women wearing black masks tonight.”

He moved his pawn as he spoke. "I think you might be the first person to call me good." I admitted. "I guess compared to most other sirens you're more of a saint." He laughed, and I knew he was right. Some of these sirens pulled in the darkness in our beast. They stuck to the ancient ways of luring humans into the ocean, drowning them, and then feasting on their bodies. That's what we had seen on the shore that day. My father was there, but only to make sure that they weren't caught or recorded. He doesn't participate in those huntings.