Siren Gills Novels & Stories

The tip of Siren's tail also managed to injure Felen's back, tearing her beautiful dress out of shape. In less than 30 seconds the two creatures that Felen summoned, a baby black dragon and a butterfly with blue accents, appeared when Felen could no longer hold her breath underwater due to the creature's continuous attacks. He coughed silently, and an unbearable pain shot through his throat and chest. It was as if there was a rope strangling him tightly. Luckily it didn't last long because the baby dragon pulled Felen out of the water. Makes him no longer need to face the Siren's ferocity. Although the singing was still heard and hurt the hearing, but the effect was not as bad as when Felen

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.

The security room is colder than the rest of the house. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. Screens line the walls. There's twelve monitors, split into thirty small squares of surveillance footage. Every corner of Cara Sinclair’s mansion blinks back at me in grayscale. The door clicks shut behind me. I’m alone again. I exhale. The footage changes with every blink, cameras rotating in slow mechanical sweeps. Nothing unusual. No shadows where shadows shouldn’t be. No movement outside the gates. Just the quiet of a mansion that looks more like a museum than a home.

The word hung in the air like ash and flame. "Most of our records conflate the Siren with the Mermaid," the scientist continued, his tone clinical and detached. "It is a common error of the uninitiated. To understand the difference, one must look at the natural world. Think of the Mermaid as an alligator - a localized predator, efficient but limited. The Siren, however, is the saltwater crocodile. Larger, more aggressive, and possessing an impossible strength and kinetic energy that transcends the aquatic domain. While Mermaids lure to drown, Sirens command the very frequency of the original night."

) overalls. "We don't know how communicable it is yet. Better to be safe." I pulled the gear on, and then we moved deep into the lower caves, where the air was thick with the smell of salt water and the copper tang of blood. The tour was a nightmare. Rhidian led me past rows of stone cells where the diseased sirens were kept. These weren't the beautiful creatures I’d seen on the docks. They were held down by heavy iron chains, their bodies contorted into shapes that should have been impossible.

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”

The bell's ring surfaces once more just as Rodin tries to turn around to see the situation unfold behind him. A full minute passes before the Siren enters the campsite in the same location where the trident entered. With the moon in full view, the shadow that once concealed its figure is now gone. The predator stands at almost seven-foot tall. Their long black hair is as thick as dreads, but they move like tentacles. Along the middle and ends of the dreadlocks are pierced jewels, a combination of rubies that look tribal. When their hair moves, the tendrils let out a hiss as if a rattlesnake is being provoked. As soon as that hiss surface, the creature turns its head to see the still and quiv

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

“When my concubus side came out, there was that huge aurora. They don’t come this far south often. The men who were looking out for it must have started checking every child born that day.” “I have two sets of eyelids. Could that be it?” Aria asked. “Yes. Most sirens only have one, they tend to swim in fresh water because of it. The second set is clear right?” I inquired. Aria blinked them to confirm. I grinned. She was amazing. “Beautiful, my Eulalia.” I murmured. “I want to stay and fight, too.” Winston said.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.