Siren Myth Novels & Stories

I’d promised I’d look up sirens and their powers. With a deep, cleansing breath, I opened my laptop and typed "sirens mythology" into the search bar. I clicked through pages, reading fast, my eyes scanning for any detail, any mention of something that could shed light on Lila’s inexplicable influence. Tales of ancient Greek myths, of alluring creatures whose voices lured sailors to their doom, filled the screen. Descriptions of enchanting, irresistible songs that promised knowledge and pleasure, only to lead to shipwreck and death. It was all fiction, of course. Just old stories. But as I read, a cold, prickling sensation began to spread across my skin. The parallels, however outlandish, wer

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

He shrugged. "Sirens...like evil mermaids." She said laughing. " Some legends say they are beautiful women with a tail like mermaids and their songs enchant sailors. Leading them to crash into rocky shores or lure them into the waters to drown them. Others say they look more like birds. Still with the same purpose." He smirked.

Luna Crystal, do you think Indiva is going to use sirens against the soldiers? "I can't say for sure. How can their lure be avoided? Have there been any known instances where someone has been able to resist the lure of a siren?" "Yes and no. Many years ago, a witch created a siren with her own image to seduce a wolf. She wanted him to break up with his mate and be with her. While the wolf resisted for a while, the human counterpart did not survive under the constant attack of the siren throwing herself at him and fell under her spell ultimately resulting in betraying his mate and causing their deaths. So, while there is no technique on this the chances are that at least mated shifters may be

"Have you heard of the legend of the mother of sirens?" "Uhm... I think I have read something about it. It is even a story people tell to children. There are different versions, but the most widespread one is that, centuries ago, the mother of the sirens was angry with the people of the land. This was because of how the vampires haunted them down, and kill them for their blood. She then came to the land and singlehandedly erased half of the vampire population. Now how does this relate to me?" "Some part of your story are false, some true, but incomplete. Do you know that sirens once lived on land?"

He raised his eyebrows at me as he spoke. “What makes you say I’m broken-hearted?” I asked. “Well my gorgeous she-wolf, I can sense it. I’m a siren after all.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Bullshit. Sirens are a myth.” “We most certainly are not. We just exaggerated the stories about ourselves so that humans wouldn’t come hunting.”

“I was confused and pissed. Then I saw a Seer, and I was told that Irene is being played by a Siren.” I blinked. “A siren?” I asked. “Like a mermaid?” He shook his head. “No… like Chuck.” I tilted my head at him. “I didn’t think Sirens existed, and I thought they were lime mermaids,” I admitted. “Those types of Sirens are fairytales,” he explained. “But real sirens can be male or female… and anything in between. They don’t have to sing to get people attached to them. But they can make anyone think they are fated mates. They can make you so drawn to them that you can’t breathe without them. They take everything and anything they want from you, and when they break your heart, it’s like your en

“But I am free the whole day Miranda did not smile. She just watched her kin down below. The Siren was unexpected and she needed more blood than what she required to destroy the veil. The Sacred Place was just a myth. But if it’s found, the former world would soon dawn again, healing the rift of the Great Silenc

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

For the night is dark and full of terrors," Sryrn and her queen's men replie d. Moriah peeled off the glove and let it fall to the ground, ready to turn into the Legend. The gods in the pyre were scarcely recognizable anymore. The head fell off the smith with a puff of ash and embers. Myra sang in the tongue of Waterfall, her voice rising and falling like the tides of the sea. Ezekiel untied his singed leather cape and listened in silence. Thrust in the ground, it still glowed ruddy hot, but the flames that clung to the sword were dwindling and dying.