Siren Gills Novels & Stories

The siren powers were truly amazing. "I will cover us both with the water soon. I want you to try to breath in it. Get to familiarize yourself with it. The water is not used to you, as you had been away from it for a very long time. You might struggle with the breathing, but one thing is certain, it will not kill you. Sirens cannot die from drowning."

"You can't see them in the cities or human villages. They do come up sometimes, but you would never know what they are until they come in contact with water." Enrique snorted. "Until I see one with a scaly tail and gills, I do not believe that Sirens are real." Lorna laughed. "You are unbelievably stubborn." She sighed. "Would you believe in the existence of Lycans if you were not one?" "Probably not," Enrique joined in her laughter. Lorna stood up and dusted her skirt. "I have to check on my sisters. We still have some last rites to take care of."

His dark, heavy scent of cedar, copper, and raw sexual dominance flared so intensely it completely drowned out the rotten-egg stench of the sulfur tides. "They are hitting the Sinking Shelf, Lyra," Killian growled, his deep, chest-vibrating voice cutting through the howling wind. He didn't look at me, but his massive hand slid violently around my waist, his thick fingers digging deep into the wet leather of my trousers to drag my hips flush against his iron flank, pinning me to his heavy frame with a brutal, possessive force that stole the air from my lungs. His hot breath scorched my wet neck, his fangs grazing the raw purple mark on my throat. "The deep-sea hybrids are trying to reach the

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Rivyn replied, pausing his own reading and leaning around the book to look at me. “How to use my power. Why I was left in my parent’s care. How I was able to escape that magic trap yesterday. Why you and Florien did not sleep when I sang. All I get is that sirens are half bird, half women, who either use their voices to lure sailors to drive their ships to rocky wreckage, or to summon the wind to fill their sails, depending on whether they’re feeling kind, or not.” “Well, that’s wrong,” he replied. “There are male sirens, obviously, or the species would die out in one generation.”

“If we leave now, where will we go? Without our fins and our gills, we would be stuck on land and could easily be captured and returned to Lachlan, or worse, my uncle. Also, we need to reject him, Val. If we don’t, we could be living our entire lives with the pains of betrayal. We know he won’t touch us, and no one else will during our time here. We could face worse out there.” “There has to be a way to attain your fins and gills before your magic comes in. If not, how do siren children survive?” “They are born from siren mothers, so are born in their siren forms. We had a Lycan mother. We can’t access that form until our seal is broken.”

he says. “Imagine yourself growing a tail, this part will hurt because your legs are fusing together. Imagine you having gills that help you breathe underwater and the you siren fangs come on its own,” Blake says to me. I imagine everything he said, my legs fusing together and becoming one big fish tail, a fluke.

Nobody knows what they look like, nobody's lived long enough to tell. It was the usual serene wind that blanketed the night of 1876, the same cold breeze, some may even call it a loveless touch, caressing the tides and pulling ferrymen into sin, down, down, down, until they drown. It has been a longtime warning not to sail after midnight, word on the street is that a siren was born, furious and vengeful because of the death of a previous lover. She sings a tranquil lullaby, with the voice of an angel and face likewise. She would show up in the middle of the ocean, amidst the cerulean waves and the storm that comes along every breath she takes. Eyes glowing in color like that of where she liv

"What was your plan? To kill my friends and kidnap your fisheri buddy? Take her to your brother?" "No—I swear. It was just a demonstration." "I think I just peed myself." Coco sat on the floor. "That felt so good. Not the peeing—the music in my head." "The reason why they're called sirens," Drusdor added dryly. "I was willing to slice off my arm and give it to that damn fish." Looking disgruntled, Bobby nodded at Galene. "Her lures grew back, but they're trapped beneath her skin. "Lures are very delicate and can get injured—the reason why they are regenerative."