Siren Myth Novels & Stories

A siren? How in the world was this possible? Sirens were never supposed to exist. They were bedtime stories that the elders decided to put in the pups' books so that they didn't wander into the ocean unsupervised. She was a monster from a children's book who lured unsuspecting enchanted humans to their deaths. There was no mistaking the alluring quality of her eyes or the seductive and confident body language.

Very soon at that. "Zephyr." She sang in her enthralling siren voice that reached out to caress my skin. The hall was becoming too hot and i felt like i would explode if she called my name one more time. I had heard of the true Sirens. We called them Enchantresses. Birds of the air and oceans with skins that lit up like stars depending on their moods and voices used to lure and trap their preys in the ocean right before they fed on them and killed them. They were feared for their ethereal beauty and their abilities to compel even the Fae without even trying. It went without saying that Fae compulsion never worked on them. They were creatures of freedom,like us dragons,and they were hated for

To my chagrin, he throws his head back and lets out a boisterous chuckle. All I can do is stand there and tolerate his mocking amusement. After a few seconds, his laughter dies down to a few muffled cackles. He sniggers and shakes his head in bemusement. “Oh, luv, the things you should know. Well, let me educate you, my beauty. Sirens are rare supernatural creatures who can influence a being by using their voice. You can usually find them frolicking near the ocean. However, several centuries ago, they began to live and mate with humans. Unfortunately, the intermixing of human and siren blood meant more human children and fewer sirens.” He says with a look of disgust and continues. “Which bec

The fact that he was the only one who made me forget the emptiness that I felt inside… “I'm surprised the poison didn’t spread as deeply as I assumed it would. A Siren's touch is nothing more than death itself.” He mused, sitting back and taking out a roll of gauze. I frowned remembering the Siren's kiss of death, and shuddered. There were rumours that when one is kissed by a Siren their death is inevitable. It had been strange… they say when a Siren sings one becomes completely enraptured and is lured to their death without even realising what fate they faced. Was that a blessing or a curse?

Sirens are dangerous creatures that consumed the Greeks with their vocal lies. My life is a web—an intricate entanglement of the choices I have been forced to weave. I've created a web and have pinned Selah in the middle of my problems. I'm the hungry spider that feeds on the fly that she is. When my web breaks, I spin another barrier.... another lie. I wrap Selah around and around like a mummy for later consumption.

I asked Lena, hoping she could explain this all to me, since she was raised with the sirens, and I wasn’t. “When a siren dies, their soul returns to the sea. Our mother is trying to tell us that she is here for us and that she will always be here, even though she can’t physically be here.” Lena explains it to me, and I remember back to all the times that I heard the song. Every time something was happening in my life, and she must have wanted me to know that she was there for me. But it didn’t explain why I almost drowned each time. “When you hear the song, do you want to go to it, like it is calling for you?” I asked Lena, hoping I wasn’t the only one of us that almost drowned from it.

All to fight beside me and my family to protect humanity from Sephone and Bitchany. They both haven’t shown themselves lately, and it is making me uneasy. Like something will happen as soon as my back is turned. But I can’t ignore the fact that Sephone doesn’t have the numbers. Artemis has gathered more sirens. As soon as word got out that the sirens of Sounion, the birthplace of their true queen, were with me, more joined my ranks. We are now, according to Artemis, in the 60,000 range with sirens alone. As for the packs, that number increases to over 90,000 able-bodied fighters.

Then, it darted away in haste and eventually disappeared into the rising grey mist. The coiled shofar made from an animal not yet named or known unto man was blown in full blast, the sound from it rippled its waves into the bitter oceans, red sea, stagnant lakes, deserted plains, stony valleys, and the high mountains. From below the shrouded figure came a terrifying war cry. It broke out and stormed the atmosphere ordering the drowsing birds of the air and the little, creeping, and the huge wandering animals to battle. It raved the waters, inducing turbulent storms and waves. Waking the huge sea lions and sharks, frightening several fishes to death.

The sirens and vampires Joined forces, standing side to side as they raised up their weapons and yelled. That was it, a great war between five kingdoms had began. Dracula watched from the side of his eyes as the sirens yodelled darkly and transformed into their siren forms. Maris gasped when they weren't half human half fish, but half bird half human just like she had read from the Greek mythology. Some were brown and some white.

The siren had hoped not to cry but it was not a surprise when she felt her cheeks being flooded. "Hush, little one. It is not your fault. This is how everything was destined to be. All is written on the ancient books and the walls — there are whispers and songs about all that is happening and is going to happen, don't you worry!" Gentle pressing his hand on Melpomene's shoulder, Liam spoke, pacifying a broken siren.