Siren Beautiful Novels & Stories

So she moved away from the window and stayed put. "It's the sirens, they're looking for ways to make their kill." Finlay made this announcement to his men because they too had heard the humming. "Have your ears blocked before they take off their amulet and cause manipulation," he ordered, upon knowing them too well. They obliged, wrapping their heads with whatever they could find. A winged siren resurfaced the sea water and held her balance in the air. Men marveled at the sight because her beauty was indescribable. Her trail was made of scales and she had bat wings.

“Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.” He had the analogy all wrong. She wasn’t the eye of the tempest. She was the storm, wiping out everything in her path, destroying the lives of those she loved. Abby stirred. “You’re comparing me to a monstrous sea nymph—a siren with a flayed soul that sits on a heap of decaying bones and lures any mortal who sails by with a bewitching song. You may be right.” “Baby, no—”

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."

I almost smiled thinking about it. She had named Siren after working only a day with us. One days. That was all it took for her to come up with a name that captured everything the car stood for. Power. Precision. The kind of beauty that turned heads before it even moved. I remember the way she’d said it too, quiet but certain. “You should call it Siren.” When I asked why, she’d just said, “Because once you see it, you can’t look away.” She was right.

I want to tell her how gorgeous she looks and how she takes my breath away every single time I see her but I am unable to form any coherent words. As if on cue, we lean in towards each other, eyes fluttering shut in anticipation before the loud sound of sirens command our attention and we break apart. To my chagrin, my beloved starts to slowly fade. I try to grab her but it's too late, she's already half gone and just offers me a small smile as she completely disappears. The stupid siren is still blaring and I look around to see where it is coming from only to find myself in....my room?

"That is... is it lipstick?!" "Oh my!" The crowd was making noise for the young lady that will follow the man, her beautiful hand and then a slender arm came to the view as her gorgeous pair of feet came to the view. However, the woman that they were expecting was not there, instead, a rare beauty, almost breathtaking took Dion's hand and walked forward. "Who... who is that?" "Oh my... she is so beautiful. Is she an actress?" "No, I don't think so, with that face, I would have recognized her."

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.