Siren Beautiful Novels & Stories

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

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.

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

I give an exhausted nod. “I guess that’s why you’re coming to hear me sing huh? I’m half-Siren so my voice does affect people strangely sometimes. Usually it makes them just stare at me a lot. So sleeping is a kind of different response.” I tilt my head curiously. Half Siren. I knew she wasn’t human, and it explains how her voice is so beautiful. It’s magic. She misinterprets my look.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

Her laugh was like a song as expected of a siren. She climbed to the smooth floor and sat with a little difficulty. Her tail is heavy out of water. Currently, her siren form is as follows: A face bare of make up, enchanting silver eyes, tempting, full red lips, black fin-like ears, bluish grey long hair that starts to flutter without any wind once out of water, a sea shell bra, a transparent skirt studded with silver pearls at the waist and an obsidian black tail with gold spirals. Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored.

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

Ryan's POV : According to Greek mythology, the Sirens were dangerous creatures, who used to lure nearby sailors with their enchanting music and singing voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island. If you get too close to them, you'll lose your sanity for good for they will keep you enchanted. I never used to believe in these, but when you're in where I was even if you're a atheist you'll start to believe in God. Cause this particular siren will seduce you with her body, not her voice.