Siren Beautiful Novels & Stories

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

I commented, my hair lifting as the portal closed behind us. We were at the coast. I could smell the salt water on the air, hear the wash of the tide against the sand. There was a song in the sound of the ocean that I felt in my bones. I closed my eyes. I could almost hear a million voices lifted in harmony. The hair on my arms stood on end. “I did not consider the effect of bringing a siren to the seas,” Rivyn murmured near my ear. “You can hear it calling to you, can’t you?”

I struggled against the iron grip of the siren but… Was it worth it? The pain… the agony… the loss of my parents... This felt… My eyes fluttered as I stared into the beautiful eyes of the siren. Goddess… she was gorgeous… Welcoming… But this wasn’t right… The enchanting song continued, but it wasn’t having the effect she wanted on me… I could see that… It came to an abrupt end, and I didn’t feel as confused anymore. "Come to me, my love." She whispered seductively, despite the confusion within her eyes.

Esrath: “Okay.” I get up and brush my hair as I throw on my mother's Prom Dress that was a navy-blue cocktail dress that had an ombre affect to it, I threw on my black laced heels that went about my knee; I applied lipstick on my lips that were chapped but took it off to apply chap stick on them to soften them up, I then applied the plum shaded lipstick to my lips. My mother had given me her pearl set which included a pearl and Saphire bracelet and earrings that were laced with gold streaks, it also had a pearl necklace that was also laced with gold streaks in it and had real diamond shards inside of them. I then put some deodorant on and applied the Beyonce perfume that smelt like rosebuds

His exposed chest gleams in the sunlight, almost with a glittering glow. I may have been upset with Cherum for speaking ill of sirens, but siren men really are the worst. They can use their beauty and charms to manipulate a woman, even without using their magic. They are called sirens for a reason, and not often referred to as mermen and mermaids. Their seductive qualities are a temptation to all weak-willed individuals who look upon them. Being bred from the ancient fae kind who are known for their beauty, and with succubus or incubus demons, master at manipulation and seduction, my pack does not trust them easily. Not with our wars with demon kind of the North. Other packs will form treati

‘Siren? Instantly Felen thought of a painting that was on display in the main room of Leister's manor the last time he received a summons to appear before Barend. A painting by John William Waterhouse with the title Siren. However, the painting he saw depicted a beautiful woman with a grace that captivated the heart. Be it the heart of the person who saw the painting or the heart of the man who was also painted with the beautiful creature. Very different from the figure that Felen is now facing. The figure is more suitable to be called a monster. Very scary and gives off a dangerous aura.

He stood still, unsure of what to do next, but then she took his hand and led him to her nest where Niklaus was, *Just go with it Kieran, she is slowly remembering* Niklaus said with a smile. Kie reached out to her and held her hand. She smiled at him. Tears streamed down his face as he struggled to process her pain and her struggle to come back from it. Raven, seeing his pain, reached out and gently wiped away his tears. She pulled him into a warm embrace, and for the first time since his arrival, she unleashed her siren's song. The mesmerizing melody, infused with the magic of her voice, wrapped around them like a warm enchantment, soothing and calming their hearts. As she sang, Kie and Ni

If I would have entered her, she'd feel even more violated. Every moment of it keeps replaying in my head right now. She's so fucking beautiful. She's so damn sexy. Those moans and yells of pleasure will forever be engraved in my memory. She didn't realize it, but what my siren did was mark her as his. She will not be able to enter water without feeling me. She won't want any other siren.

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be