Siren Beautiful Novels & Stories

All of a sudden, the world seemed to be still, and even the sound of the sea breeze could not be heard.The sun is already hanging high in the blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight hits the eyes and makes them tingle.The female siren remained motionless, but the corners of her mouth slowly extended to both sides until a smirk was formed.Suddenly, her upper and lower lips opened violently, like the mouth of a shark preparing to devour its prey. It was too late for me to stop it. The sharp cry of the siren had pierced into the depths of the eardrum like tens of millions of sharp thorns at the same time, and then reached the nerves of the brain.

Wading through the misty waters were two sirens with their backs facing us while two other women sat on the rocks nearby, their feet submerged in the water. "MOM! Look who we found!" Shae caught the attention of the platinum-haired woman who looked a lot like Eleanor. I wondered if our siren forms never aged. What I wasn't prepared for was the weak-in-the-knees and heart-stuck-in-my-throat feeling the moment my eyes met the other siren's gaze. It was the same bewitchingly beautiful woman from my dreams. I had seen her so many times before, with golden hair and eyes the color of molten gold, drawing captivated men, women, and children to the ocean with her.

The Siren Call was a battle between the kingdoms' most gifted voices, and Mira, my mate, was always part of it. She had the most beautiful voice and I called out to her, in desperate need for her to remind me that I was hers. I needed her to remind me of who I was, and the coral worked its magic. Her face appeared radiant in front of me, and her golden eyes shone with joy. Her smile hit me like a jagged coral in the chest, knowing how I had sinned. She was beautiful and perfect, and I was... broken.

I have a feeling that my Mate is going to be amazing. Sirens are known for being sexy, like, unimaginably sexy. They are also known to be the very best in bed, a close second is the vampires, then the wolves. If my Mate is a hybrid like I guessed, I will be winning the lottery. We were getting closer to the Siren Kingdom, I could see the ocean much clearer now and I saw the beach ahead of us.

Of course a big fight was going to ensue with Sampson and Odessa winning and living happily ever after. The Beautiful Silence- Jocelyn was finally going to break though Lola's locked memories and find where Gunner was hiding. Since her memories would be unlocked Lola was able to return to her normal life with her second chance mate, Paul. They finally track down Gunner and destroy him. Trinity goes back with Antonio and Lorenzo to their pack and Jocelyn becomes Luna of Quinton's pack.

By the time we reach the front doors of Cara Sinclair’s mansion, the street is dead quiet. There are no fans, no press, no drunken stragglers—just the faint hum of streetlights and the ocean breeze rolling somewhere far behind the hills. Cara punches in the alarm code with a clumsy finger, swaying just slightly. She’s sobering up, and with sobriety comes silence, apparently. The door clicks open. “Come on,” she mutters, stepping inside.

Penny widened her eyes and nodded her head down towards Thea’s crotch. “Yep,” Thea answered dryly. She held up three fingers and mouthed “three times” at Penny. Penny frowned, “Bellamy, do you know what we are?” she asked brazenly. Thea slapped her leg, “Hey, if he knows, we can just kill him, he should already be dead anyway!” Penny shouted. Thea dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Yea, you’re sirens,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly. “I knew as soon as Thea bumped in to me yesterday and I knew about you when you tried coming on to me in the kitchen.”

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."

She rushes to see the queen with this new development, she needs to nip this in the bud, if word gets out that Dean is mated to a siren, the king would protect her with his life. “You seem to feel like since I agreed to help you, you can barge in my room and disturb my peace Briar,” Penelope glares, “what is it? Did you brat run into trouble?” “Yes, a siren,” Briar says. Penelope had lit up in excitement, any news on sirens was her favorite. “Explain Briar,” Penelope orders. “His majesty’s mate is not a mermaid but a siren,” Briar says angrily, “ugh, you know how hard it was to kill just one that time, she died because she chose to, how are we going to get rid of this one.”

Gardens of bioluminescent coral created pathways of light through the water, and schools of tropical fish swam in organized formations like underwater birds. At the center of it all, on a throne that appeared to be carved from a single massive pearl, sat the most beautiful siren I had ever seen. She was ancient—I could feel the weight of centuries in her presence—but she didn't look old. Her hair was pure silver, flowing around her like liquid moonlight, and her eyes held depths that seemed to contain the wisdom of ages. Her tail was magnificent, scales that shifted through every shade of blue and silver and white, and when she moved, it was with a grace that spoke of absolute power held in