Siren Monsters Novels & Stories

A monster? The moment we step onto the grounds, the smell hits. It's the smell of copper and rot and something disgusting. My stomach lurches. Kira swears under her breath. Isaiah's jaw tightens as the backup soldiers fan out, their boots silent on the snow, their weapons drawn. Then the chanting reaches us. It's loud enough to vibrate in my bones. My hand rests on my stomach, my palm flattening over my bump on instinct. 'Please,' I think desperately. 'Please be okay.‘

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

“At least I can trust the Emperor to ensure she will be alright.” It was before midnight on the Southeastern Island. Harriet chose the dawn at Almandine because she knew this was the case. The Merfolks and Sirens avoided surfacing under the daylight. Merfolks and Sirens, the elves of the ocean. When Merfolks could be said to be the equivalent of Elves, the Sirens were the equivalent of Dark Elves. They had their own societal structure down in their deep ocean kingdom. The deepest parts of it were so dark no light ever came out; not even sunlight did. Several species of monsters existed but were different in shape and size, some of which resembled gigantic squid or eels.

Amelia called out. A lithe figure darted from the ship's rigging, her aquamarine eyes alight with arcane energy. Marina, the siren of the seas, lifted her arms, and a torrential spout of water blasted from her palms, propelling a serpent back into the abyssal depths. Her voice, a weapon of its own, wove a disorienting melody, ensnaring the creatures’ senses and leaving them vulnerable.

I could feel his onyx eyes settle on me as he continued. "Whatever you do, do not fall victim to their calls. We will have to cross the Sirens who live in the lakes, and they are cunning little creatures. One-touch from them, and you're dead." He didn't say anything else before urging his horse to move forward, and we all followed, moving further out of the dead forest, and closer to the deadly waters of the Sol.

His exposed chest gleams in the sunlight, almost with a glittering glow. I may have been upset with Cherum for speaking ill of sirens, but siren men really are the worst. They can use their beauty and charms to manipulate a woman, even without using their magic. They are called sirens for a reason, and not often referred to as mermen and mermaids. Their seductive qualities are a temptation to all weak-willed individuals who look upon them. Being bred from the ancient fae kind who are known for their beauty, and with succubus or incubus demons, master at manipulation and seduction, my pack does not trust them easily. Not with our wars with demon kind of the North. Other packs will form treati

Always me. “Enjoy this,” he said quietly. “While it lasts.” Sirens wailed outside. Loud. Close. Marcus glanced toward the door. Then back at me. One last look. “You’ll come back,” he said. I didn’t respond. Didn’t move. Didn’t break. Something in his expression shifted again. Then— He turned. And walked out. Just like that. The house went quiet again. Too quiet. My legs gave out. I barely registered it before strong arms caught me.

The monsters are the ones who lose their children and sit down to cry. I do not sit. I take back what’s mine. Yes, Veronica, the spoiled girl, is dead. Crimson Rogue has taken her place.

" I almost laughed at how ridiculous it sounded. I used to think Ophelia was just born rotten. As it turned out, Lauren wasn't any better. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. I shot Lauren a cold glance, then suddenly waved toward the distance, my voice bright. "Mom! You're here!" Lauren jerked her head up and followed my gaze. The operator who had controlled the memory extraction machine that day was striding straight toward us. I looked at the two of them, stunned speechless, and let out a quiet, mocking laugh. "Sorry. I already have a new family now. I have a new mom. If you keep bothering me, I'm calling the police."