Siren Beautiful Novels & Stories

Irene is beautiful, I will admit that without any second thoughts. She’s beautiful in an innocent way, you’ll mistake her for what humans call, ‘an angel’. But tonight… her beauty looked dangerous, like that of what humans call, ‘a siren’. There’s an electric hum around her that’s pulling you in, trapping you in a trance and making you forget you have a mate. I glanced around at the male wolves, mated or not, whipping their heads towards her, hypnotized by her beauty.

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

I wonder if it would be higher if it wasn’t near the cliffside. My mind kinda went blank as my vision was ensnared by the California shore that passed. It was early in the evening so the sun had just begun to set. The water sparkled and was an almost dark purple shade, which contrasted from the soft pink and golden oranges that swirled in the horizon. I saw some dolphins or seals jump out of the water in the distance. I smiled as it was like they were waving to me and welcoming me into their home.

My ears perk up. "Can you tell me about it? We are looking for it as well, but we don't know what it is. A thing, an animal or man." Gen asked and I was silent because I didn't know anything. "I'm going to tell you because even if you know, you won't be able to find it. Aqua Siren is a mermaid. Three mermaids, beautiful but dangerous. They kill people they don't like. In the past, I always saw them there on the rocks and the scales you see are theirs. But suddenly they left. It's been two days since I saw them." This is a story that made our eyes widen.

Lana's voice pulled me back, a siren's call cutting through my fantasy. Each moan she released drew me back to harsh reality. "I told you to shut the fuck up," I snapped, my irritation boiling over. In one savage movement, I flipped her, my hands rough on her waist. I thrust into her, each powerful stroke a fruitless effort to purge my pain.

And just when they think they've got me wrapped around their finger, I pull the trigger. That's why they call me Siren. Because when I sing, men listen. When I smile, they follow. And when they do... They end up dead.

Siren was completely intoxicated by her scent, by the fierce, terrifying depth of the power she had just unleashed. Mine, Siren growled, his voice deep, a low rumble of awe vibrating through my bones. She is ours. Regardless of anything, the Moon Goddess gave her to us. We protect her. I know, I answered him, my chest heaving against hers as I stared down at her pale face. My pulse was racing, a chaotic mix of raw possessiveness and blinding dread. I know she’s ours, Siren. But…magic. Somehow, she wields old magic. And her eyes. That color...

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 stuttered a reply. "Wow! You look very beautiful in person, way more beautiful than you look in your pictures. You even have a nice lip colour," he said, giving me a weird compliment and he winked, making my panic button go off immediately. His weird compliment had triggered an old memory that can only spell trouble for me.