Mythology Siren Tattoo Novels & Stories

All our abilities, like reading our werewolf mate's thoughts, confusing people's minds, luring them to their doom, and becoming bloodthirsty in siren forms, were because of her. My kind never really needed anything from these goddesses because we were free of mate bond disputes and could roam the vast ocean with plenty of food. The only sirens who called on Lorraine were those seeking to do something unusual, wrong, or evil. She wasn't known as Selene's evil sister for nothing. Maya's cousin, Patrick, was one such siren who sought Lorraine's help to overthrow Maya from the position she had earned in my community. He gained so much strength from the evil goddess that he could beat both me and

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.

A siren female rushed towards Kathleen who assisted Raya to wear the clothes to cover her naked body. The sirens were more than shocked to be in the presence of someone they worship as their sea God. A serpent like creature. A huge reptile which breathed fire and had legs. It was the Sea Serpent they worshiped, and a Basilisk was too similar to the God they worship. The siren was hesitant to walk away. Raya's half of the shoulders were still in her Basilisk form. She only assumed that her shoulders were under strain for carrying Eden on the boat for hours and longer.

The fact that he was the only one who made me forget the emptiness that I felt inside… “I'm surprised the poison didn’t spread as deeply as I assumed it would. A Siren's touch is nothing more than death itself.” He mused, sitting back and taking out a roll of gauze. I frowned remembering the Siren's kiss of death, and shuddered. There were rumours that when one is kissed by a Siren their death is inevitable. It had been strange… they say when a Siren sings one becomes completely enraptured and is lured to their death without even realising what fate they faced. Was that a blessing or a curse?

Her hand latches onto my arm with speed, her flesh making contact with mine. My brothers looked horrified as they snapped from their trance. They know the consequences of being marked by a Siren. Marine is one of the many ancient creatures that lurk in the dark sea. She's a siren, a mermaid that sold her soul to the devil for more beauty, any who she touches are then rightfully hers. Men feel attracted to her, in a way that puts them In a never ending trance, she lures them into her feeding grounds, and then she eats them.

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

Drawing closer, I took the tattooed inscription on the moon she carried. “Nati spiritus mei, nati cordis mei. Liberos Meos.” Born of my breath, born of my heart. My children. A golden glint drew my attention to the rings on the fingers of her left hand. I spot a writing so small it was almost had to see. Squinting, I slowly made out the word. “Se… Selene,” I breathed in awe.

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.”

I said loiing at him "Not at all, now I understand why you said you are a singer" He said and I can't help but laugh sweetly. "We are sirens from the celestial kingdom Oceania," says Yrynhna calming my concerns, as if she could hear my fears in her mind. "We are of pure blood and our marine guards are already in the sea waiting for our signal to finish you off or erase your memory, because nobody can know about our species. Humans are safe now, and the mermaids, we are deeply gratefull to you, werewolf hunters."

Almira said. “There’s a healing melody that can help him. In the past, when humans were less vile and greedy, the siren women who fell in love used the melody to release the men they loved from the bondage of other sirens. I think that is what Dante needs,” kitanna told Almira. Almira gave it a thought. Using the healing melody came with consequences that varied depending on the siren. Almira was wary of the idea already. What if something she couldn’t afford to lose was taken in exchange for healing? What would she do then?