Siren Gills Novels & Stories

Images began to swirl in the water around us—visions of different groups of sirens, each distinct in their abilities and appearance. The first image showed sirens with coral growing from their hair and arms, their voices weaving light into solid forms that could heal even the gravest wounds. "The Coral Singers," the figure explained. "Who can heal with their voices, mend broken bones, cure diseases that would otherwise be fatal." The second image shifted to show sirens diving into oceanic trenches so deep that light had never touched them, their bodies adapted to crushing pressures that would kill any other creature. "The Deep Swimmers, who command the ocean's depths, who can survive where n

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

Silas climbed out of the water, not noticing that I had stopped. Just as I was about to call for him, the grip around my leg tightened and I let out a scream before I was pulled underwater. I looked down at my leg, but it was dark under there and there were gas bubbles blocking my eyes. I coughed as air left my lungs and tried to punch whatever was holding me. I could feel fingers. It was a hand. Siren? No... They had long claws. I would be feeling pain if it was one.

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.

We waited for a few minutes before we saw multiple bubbles popping out from the water and flowing out from the hole. A beautiful sea maiden came out of the hole. She has a head and upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish. She has a colorful scale that turns gold when the light hits on it. We were instructed not to stare at her eyes or else we will be spellbound by her. "Hi Hiro, it's been a while. You look different from the last time we met. What happen to you?" Sirene cheerfully greeted Hiro. "You know the deal. I don't offer my help to anybody, especially with demons," she said looking at me and Oslec.

“I think Selene’s bringing in fresh blood. Maybe one of those new paranormals popping up lately.” “Dude,” Jai says, “I heard selkies can partially shift and grow gills so they don’t even need to breathe through their mouths. Imagine what that means for a blowjob.” “Oh, come on,” I groan, lobbing a pillow at him as they walk into the living room. He catches it, smirking. “I’m just saying—” “I’m just saying you desperately need to get laid,” Rowen interrupts, winking at me. Thank the Goddess—someone shut him down.

Kai had arranged for a Council transport to pick him up from a nearby atoll. I would follow underwater, with Miro's help. "You can't breathe underwater," Miro said. "I can hold my breath for a long time." "Not long enough." He handed me a small pouch. Inside was a handful of soft, rubbery gills. "What are these?" "Emergency breathers. The Council made them for deep-sea operatives. You stick them on your neck, and they filter oxygen from the water." He paused. "They hurt going in." "How much?"

Sensing the need to assess the situation, Finrir rises to the surface, taking in the surroundings with a watchful gaze. As he scans the chamber, his eyes widen with a mix of fear and fascination. He finds himself in a chilling place, an underground realm that feels detached from the known world. The water is clear and illuminated by bioluminescent stinging jellyfish, casting a soft, ethereal glow upon the scene. The chamber has an aura of secrecy and danger, making Finrir's heart race with caution.

Unfairly using his power to swim effortlessly. Finally, we reached the end of the tunnel and found ourselves in a large cave full of those glowing stone crystals. There were a lot of them situated just at the center. They formed some sort of throne. And there, sitting on it was an alien-like humanoid sea creature. His skin was in a darker shade of blue. Darker than the other sea people that I have seen. His eyes were double lidded, white, and glassy. He doesn't have a nose. Only gills at the side that help him breathe underwater. He was bald as well and instead of ears, he has fins.

drones. ​The drones began to emit a "Cloud of Confusion." To the Siren’s sensors, the Respiration didn't look like a ship; it looked like a harmless cluster of ice crystals, drifting aimlessly with the tide. ​They slipped past the first layer of Ice-Lances. The Dyson-Siren loomed ahead—a gargantuan, geometric spider of white-steel and pulsing gold light, anchored to a moon-sized fragment of the ring. ​The Core of the Siren