Siren Monsters Novels & Stories

The black-clad Cleaners dropped their weapons, their electronic headsets emitting a high-frequency tone that forced them to their knees. The silver-fox chopper of the Corsairs touched down in the center of the wheat field. Siren stepped out, her cybernetic eye glowing a fierce, frantic violet. She looked up at Julian on the roof, then at the barn, which was now pulsing with a rhythmic, amber light. "You did it, Thorne," Siren shouted over the dying whine of the engines. "You brought a goddess into a basement. Do you have any idea what you’ve just handed the world?"

I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries. Songs are passed down through the Siren’s family. Like with all being the s

"The siren is a liar, Amber. I watched the dragons, remember? I watched them along with the fairies. There were very few dragons that didn't like the fairies. Sirens didn't interact with the dragons and moved between the realms secretly. None of the sirens appeared friendly with the dragons. Furthermore, no one is starving. Currently, the dragons are at war. The few remaining dragons who hated the fairies are losing, but no one is starving. There are more than barren lands in that realm. The siren who spoke to Sara didn't say a single word of truth. You are a kind soul, Amber...but that kind soul could cause devastation to the Earth. You need to find this siren discreetly. We need to know wh

I tried not to think too hard on that bit of improvement. “Sadareen, your people might know her as the mother of all sirens. She is one of the few true immortals in this world.” Micah spoke with a detached voice, one that held a deadly edge. “The sirens of this world are not like those of your legends. They live in our oceans, and only emerge to feast. They are scaled, webbed creatures that covet beauty above all. The only way to hold back one of the few immortals is to curse them in some way, bind them to a physical form. Sadareen was once the spirit of the ocean, but make no mistake; she was not kind nor benevolent. The only way to stop the endless death was to bind her into a human form.

I’d walked straight into his trap, playing my part without even knowing. “Why do you need me to intercept Leonidas’s pack, Father? What games are you playing now?” My words came out sharper than I intended. Darian laughed, the sound deep and mocking. “Oh, you silly girl. What did you think I sent you there for? To fall in love and make babies?” His smirk twisted into something cruel. “Please. No one will ever want that with you, not while you’re my daughter. Don’t you know vampires are seen as monsters? Who would want a monster as a wife… or a mother?”

I holler at her over the noise of our friends. "I didn't listen," she calls back before the gaggle of people moving to the other building carries her off. When I turn to Moby, he's stark white, having lost all color, fear marring his face. "Moby?" I question in concern. When he doesn't respond, I call out to him a little louder, "Moby? Are you all right?"

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.

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

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.

he unleashed the game of blood in Nakota village as revenge for murdering his parents… from that day onwards Siren and Merman attacks started happening more frequently in village… Since most of Siren attacks used to happen in evening there was restriction enforced on villagers on stepping out of their houses after sunset…. Siren and Merman both used to lure their victims by their sweet singing and devour on human fresh warm blood and flesh to maintain their youth…. everything was going according to Damon and Oceano revenge plan, they even lured support of a Taoist and other sorceress who themselves willing became part of this plan… unaware of fact that they were merely pawn of Damon and Ocea