Mythology Siren Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Atlas’ son is stubborn, but loyal. He will not harm her.” Naomi whimpered, torn between the bond’s pull and the panic in her wolf. I reached for her, only for the currents to wrap around me, holding me back.“You feel it too, don’t you?” Sirena’s gaze locked onto me, her hand brushing the necklace at my throat. It pulsed, answering her touch. “The sea answers you as it answers me. You are not wolf alone. You are siren, vampire, wolf. You are the

Nat said to her mother, they were both now talking to each other while the rest of us watched and listened. “Zelena, yes. Now, two will come, I assume that means the twins” Roe said pensively as she ran her fingers absentmindedly up and down her forearm, “But the seal part, what does that mean?” Nat asked while deep in thought. “The Book of the Goddess, the one that explains Selene and her lineage, it states that the mark of the Goddess can be placed on the wrist or the back of the neck. That could be the seal it is referring to”

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

The small name patch stitched on the front of her leather read Siren. She was absolutely stunning to look at, but it was a lethal, dangerous kind of beauty that made my skin go cold. She was very tall, with fiery red hair tied back in a long, messy braid that hung down her shoulder, sharp green eyes that looked like broken glass, and deep curves that seemed poured directly into her tight leather riding clothes. Intricate, dark tattoos of crawling snakes and bright flames traveled all the way up her neck and covered both of her bare arms. She moved across the dirt with a slow, heavy grace, looking like a person who owned the very ground she walked on.

“I don’t know if he does or not but if he does why would I even want to know. Besides it was just me and my sisters that got these. You know because in of our last name, the Moiria was another name for the fates.” “I see. So, you’re saying that the three of you are like Clotho, Lachesis, and Atropos? And with you being the oldest you would be considered Atropos. I can see that. You do have this stubborn quality about yourself. And I did hear that you were akin to an oracle.” “Yeah, well it’s what you all would call sister tattoos. That’s all. So, I take it you don’t like the outfit on me?” “No, I mean yes I do. It looks amazing on you.”

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

"He also told me about akharus and usemis." "Just akharu and usemi. You don't say the 's.'" "Well, he told me about idimmu, too, these half-breeds. They are known by other names, too, like sirens. He said I was one, but different. And that you are like me." "A siren is a type of idimmu. A siren can force you to do or feel things that you don't want to. Peter thinks you are making me feel drawn to you."

“But back to tomorrow, Niarthen. The army will be outside of the town, the priestesses will meet us here, and we will enter and… This Leighton. They seemed very afraid of him, and dubious that he would go peacefully.” “The priestesses will handle that, you will see. They are sirens,” he added when she started to protest. “They can entrance any man or woman and have them obey. You will see. They are… incredible. Which is why,” he added with a tinge of sadness. “It is such a desecration that has been done to Sapphire. You will understand better when you have seen a siren in person.” “Okay,” Lyric did not want to speak of Sapphire. “So the priestesses take this Leighton and his wife, and…?”

Very soon at that. "Zephyr." She sang in her enthralling siren voice that reached out to caress my skin. The hall was becoming too hot and i felt like i would explode if she called my name one more time. I had heard of the true Sirens. We called them Enchantresses. Birds of the air and oceans with skins that lit up like stars depending on their moods and voices used to lure and trap their preys in the ocean right before they fed on them and killed them. They were feared for their ethereal beauty and their abilities to compel even the Fae without even trying. It went without saying that Fae compulsion never worked on them. They were creatures of freedom,like us dragons,and they were hated for

The dreadknot begins to vibrate which shakes of the sirens that tried to climb the walls and slowly, the large vessel begins to hover in motion about to ascend until… The ring leader stops for a moment and looks up at the party upon the boat and notices the ship is about to leave. The siren stabs her trident in the ground and once she does that two of her soldier’s step-in front of her to protect any incoming bolts or bombs that the dreadknot party has to throw at her. Her knees give out and she leans on the ground. Around her neck is the tribal necklace that most of these monsters have, however hers is different instead of eye lids of her enemies to preform necromancy, her necklace his fill