Siren Myth Novels & Stories

His submission aura was from hurt and I understood until he released us, he looked heartbroken looking at Ryker and Lora was in the bathroom where Lily went to comfort her. ***** Drax I was furious about how could he cheat on us without us knowing and Vlad stated, "Remember Ty, something is wrong," and I knew he was right but it still hurt. Aidan walked in and said, "We all need to talk," as Emile pulled up King Squashi on his phone, apparently, he was the King of the Sea. He said that Dark Sirens were killed from his land and others banished because they were too dangerous. They are not like regular sirens and their drive is on power and living long, they infect you with the venom so that t

“But back to tomorrow, Niarthen. The army will be outside of the town, the priestesses will meet us here, and we will enter and… This Leighton. They seemed very afraid of him, and dubious that he would go peacefully.” “The priestesses will handle that, you will see. They are sirens,” he added when she started to protest. “They can entrance any man or woman and have them obey. You will see. They are… incredible. Which is why,” he added with a tinge of sadness. “It is such a desecration that has been done to Sapphire. You will understand better when you have seen a siren in person.” “Okay,” Lyric did not want to speak of Sapphire. “So the priestesses take this Leighton and his wife, and…?”

William I saw the drawing and my friends cursed. I didn't know what it meant, but I saw that Snow was reading her mother's diary with an ashen face. Then I opened the book and realized that it was a book that talked about myths and legends of the ancient land. In that chapter, they talked about the bewitched mermaids, creatures that lived in the rivers of the north and hunted in packs. “What does your mother's journal say?” I asked Snow. “It says we should beware of the sirens, that only couples who are bonded defeat her because they respect the bonds of the Goddess, but she torments single men,” Snow said and shook her head. “I can't believe my father would tell me creatures like that exist

I left out all the Idris info to him, not knowing if my brother knows him or not. “A Phoenix Aurora? How did you know about them? No one ever speaks of them anymore since they have been extinct for so long.” He looks at me truly puzzled by what I have said. “You see a Phoenix is the Lord of all creation, before everything from the very beginning. Men invented books depicting of a “human god” the all mighty that made everything from nothing. This is not true. The Phoenix, is the most rare mythical creature to have ever lived. Noone has seen one in hundreds and thousands of years, they have the power to build life, the power of true creation. But alas, they have died out a victim of their own

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

At this point, the cold reach the point of shivering in itself, weakened by the existence of the boiling hotness cause by the sword. The siren reach to the point of madness, waves so big as ocean able to produce. Naturally the siren once been a living creature of the ocean, descend in the lake created by the formless world. And it would never again to get itself to drown at the deepest of that warm yet cold of an ocean.

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.

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be

We walked through what had once been a throne room, and then I remembered a story Elle had told me about the origin of the enchanting sirens. “I think we're in the ancient palace of Crete,” I said with a frown. “Elle told me the origin of the sirens of her kind. She says it all started with the ancient kingdom of Crete, and if I'm not too bad at geography, some Crete is within the ruins of Orurin.”