Siren Beautiful Novels & Stories

Sirens were the only ones with the power to compel. "Yes. The stream is connected to a river. Maybe she was just a young siren wanting to explore." Luciana nodded. "I want to use the library." Raziel shook his head. Knowing how curious she could be, he didn't bother to talk her out of it, not like he had any reason to. "Fine." Luciana's study showed her what she already knew of the sirens. They had brightly colored hairs, they have the power to manipulate, they are very seductive in nature and some other things.

My siren moans fill the air. My eyes locked onto his as I watched his hunger for me grow. "I've never been with another Siren before." I whispered in his ear." in a low sultry moan. "I've never been with a Goddess, as beautiful and sexy as you." he smiled "You taste even better than Aethon described," he whispered in my ear his hot breath caressing my lobes as he kissed my neck.

They wanted to piss me to death and steal what was mine. “The siren queen has arrived.” My heart skipped multiple beats on hearing that the elusive Siren clan was here. A woman dressed in a milky gown the color of her skin walked in. Her entire thigh was out on display, and her nipple was visible through her light fabric. Seductive wench. Her hair was luscious and black, waist length. Her eyes were a strange mashup between turquoise blue and gray-silver. She had voluptuous boobs and ass which stood firmly. But they didn't look too big—just perfect. Shameless!

It was a ridiculous dream. The dream started with us going at it. After we were done, several other women as stunning as Nancy appeared and threw themselves into my arms. There were charming women with distinct personalities: some elegant, some youthful and cheerful, others more reserved and sophisticated. Each of them called out sweetly, "Winston… Winston…" Hearing them call my name lifted my spirits and made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. Seven or eight stunning women were giving me massages, pressing my shoulders, and feeding me grapes.

It was the sound of the void, the note that existed before the first "Let there be light." A total =A Siren ⋅sin(ωt)+A Void ⋅sin(ωt+π) In the air, the two waves met. The Siren Note was a structured, crystalline weapon; Xander’s counter-melody was a chaotic, crushing weight. Where they collided, the air physically cracked. Sparks of blue and gold lightning arced between the pillars, and the quartz walls began to spiderweb with fractures.

Then the gorgeous faces shows up again, although I have been expecting them, then I took a close look at their faces and I noticed they are glowing and stunning The lady admist them is very pretty with her glowing skin, her eyes brown-black hair and her violet eyes. She also looks calm just like Mark but she is looks ready to let go of the calmness once she has an opportunity to, I guess what sirena calls a boyfriend is the hot looking guy next to her, they keep staring at each other lovingly. Mark was opposite her, Just when I was about to look at the hottest guy sitting next to Mark.

“Do you want a drink, beautiful?” “Uhm…” I was stunned speechless. “She’s with me.” Siren returned with our wine, making the woman back off. “If you change your mind,” she purred, slipping a tiny card into my palm. “You can come find me.” I glanced down at the card while Siren rolled her eyes. ‘VIP 7' was engraved on the card in golden font. It finally made sense why the place was so flooded. “If she knew who you are, she wouldn’t be flirting with you.” Siren remarked. “She thinks she can get her 10-inch nails on Curtis.”

Its demon–hylian ears slightly flapped jubilantly as the owner smiled, to showcase a pair of fangs pointed at its mouth. "You are beautiful!" A harmonious voice escaped from its mouth with utters that made Amethyst's mouth agape from flabbergast. In slow motions, the water creature swam out of the pool and there, it seated itself on the edge of the pool— sitting closely, next to Amethyst. "A siren!? Daughter of NERIDA!?" Amethyst blurted out, her forehead frowning perplexingly at the one next to her baffled self. In response, the siren giggled shyly while her glistening and dazzling turquoise tail with tapered ends magnificently kicked the water up and down.

She was like a siren, drawing me towards her with that beautiful voice, yet she brings no danger; no need to take precautions, because it truly was a beautiful voice, one that came from the heart. My eyes wandered until the landed on her figure, taking in and carved the picture before in my head. Watching the twilight; different shades of the rare purple hues of the winter sky, she strummed the guitar delicately underneath her fingertips, as the sweet words I did not understand laced within that sirenic voice. I found myself captivated; drawn under the spell of those words and melody.

“But real sirens can be male or female… and anything in between. They don’t have to sing to get people attached to them. But they can make anyone think they are fated mates. They can make you so drawn to them that you can’t breathe without them. They take everything and anything they want from you, and when they break your heart, it’s like your entire world ended, and you can’t see anything else except that heartbreak…” My heart shattered at his words. “Are you telling me that Irene was played by a siren?” I asked, my voice coming barely above a whisper. He nodded, pressing his lips firmly together as he took off his seatbelt. I knew the story was coming to an end, and he needed to blow off