Siren Fanart Novels & Stories

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

Siren said loud enough for Mira to hear her. Mira snapped out of her paralyzed stance, she turned in the direction of where Siren stood with a dagger pressed to Alpha Bastions' neck. As she took a closer look, she also noticed a silver button was embedded on the side of his temple, it was making him too weak to shift or set himself ablaze. With eyes boring into Sirens, one side of her mouth curled upwards into a sinister smirk. She directed her hands to opposite positions of her body, she drew from her source of energy and set the Midnight Pack Warriors ablaze.

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.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and annoyance. “That pervert!” she grumbled. Siren looked at the items in front of her, a sly smile curling on her lips. “If I sell all this, how much money could I make?” she mused, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of boosting her bank account. She grabbed her phone and began taking photos of the items, trying to make them look as appealing as possible for listing on an e-commerce platform. Siren carefully arranged the items on a table, adjusting the lighting to capture their best features. Her excitement grew as she envisioned the potential profit. Everything was brand new and high-quality.

It was another Sentinel—a lithe, female-form hybrid whose skin was a shifting mosaic of iridescent scales. "Sentinel 04: The Siren," Aris warned. "She doesn't use force. She uses—" Before Aris could finish, the Siren slammed her palm against the glass. A wave of violet frequency rippled through the cockpit. It wasn't a physical strike; it was a psychic assault. Jade gasped, her knees buckling. The silver light in her eyes flickered violently. "She’s... singing... to the Hive Mind inside me..." Caspian felt the Siren’s frequency trying to tear his mind from his body. It felt like his brain was being scrubbed with sandpaper. But instead of pulling away, he leaned into the link with Jade.

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.

"A red that turns darker at the edges. Like the bottom of a storm." Mirela smiled. "A gradient. Interesting." "And the name?" one of the ink-fingered men asked, mischief in his eyes. I blurted the first thing that came to mind. "Siren." Kai's hand tightened on the back of my chair for a heartbeat. "Approved," he said. He didn't usually move that quickly; I could tell by the flare of surprise in the room. The engineer cleared his throat. "We'll... we'll run the numbers."

“I was confused and pissed. Then I saw a Seer, and I was told that Irene is being played by a Siren.” I blinked. “A siren?” I asked. “Like a mermaid?” He shook his head. “No… like Chuck.” I tilted my head at him. “I didn’t think Sirens existed, and I thought they were lime mermaids,” I admitted. “Those types of Sirens are fairytales,” he explained. “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 en

“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.”

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."