Siren Myth Novels & Stories

But even as I voiced those reassuring words, I couldn’t shake off the chilling feeling that seeking the Sirens might be our most perilous quest yet. "We've faced formidable foes before, Sophia. The Sirens, with their entrancing melodies and deceptive allure, will be no different," Alex declared, trying to mask his anxiety with determination. But Elena, with a far-off look in her eyes, whispered, "It's not just their songs, Alex. The Sirens possess an ancient magic, one that predates most creatures of our realm. It's said that they can peer into one's soul and unveil the deepest desires and regrets."

Chapter 13 >Club Equinox. Day< “A siren?” Zeke nods his head, a grim expression across his face. “Sirens are mystical beings, older than both vampires and werewolves. They feed on psychic and sexual energies.” “Wait a minute. Do you believe it´s possible that a siren is responsible for my repressed memories?” “It´s a possibility.” Zeke eyes me warily. “Who are you, Laura Rose? What´s your connection to the oracles?”

Denise said. "You almost killed him, you almost killed everyone of us" Bella stayed with no other words to make her listen to her. "You think I don't know that" Denise answered seating on the sofa, she couldn't forget that she had almost killed each one of them most especially Bella and Coast, she couldn't even look at Bella in the face. Bella took out a book and read, "The sirens are mythical creatures summoned for revenge, when summoned they take the body of a host and manifest their revenge, the host however preferable human can never escape the sirens until the work is done.

"We just stay here. If everything is still according to what I created, the ship will be empty, there will only be the two of us on board. We'll never get to Athens, but the ship will turn to Siren's lair, the Anthemoissa Island. "Then what should we do?" asked Claire. “In legend, we should have covered our ears with wax so as not to hear their singing. But in this game, I created no wax. But, the Siren's chanting will have no impact on women. The crew of the ship will die because they are all men," Leon replied with a shout, trying to beat the sound of the waves crashing. Leon stretched out his hand to take out his digital screen. But the shaking of the ship made it difficult.

Like a werewolf, a Drakon shifter is often short-tempered and possessive. Sylvies - also known as the forest spirits, take on a deer shape and cohabit the woods with the pixies (fairies), seeking peace and harmony. Sirens, commonly called mermaids or mermen, are the messengers of Poseidon—Moon Goddess' fraternal uncle. They are capable of living on land and water. Humans were obsessed with their mesmerizing beauty and vocal cords back in the discovery era, leading to their species' mass hunt. Nowadays, they like to keep a low profile, and many choose to live in their main city, underwater—Atlantis.

“An elf there gave me information of an illegal auction house staged as a gambling den, right here on Lycan territory. It is said that siren blood flows freely through their thanks to the hostages they frequently auction off. Sirens captured and kidnapped from their territories or ones who have gone missing while venturing out.” Even though I was never able to read any of the newspapers or listen in on any pack meetings, I was still able to hear news of the outside world through gossip and rumours from those who had ventured out. Many times, I heard about the disappearances of creatures, Siren’s in particular. Is it just for their blood? “Aren’t Siren’s famous for their vocal abilities?” I a

Eve stood with me, knowing well that aside from Moon, it's grim reapers that the sirens fear. Suddenly, a sweet song started ringing in my ears, making me growl in annoyance. Both Moon and I knew exactly what was happening. The sirens had started singing their songs of doom. I looked around, except for Moon and I, all the others were affected. Zeus was trying to fight the urge but the siren's song of doom held the power a little below than the power of Angel Raphael's trumpet.

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

He moved his pawn as he spoke. "I think you might be the first person to call me good." I admitted. "I guess compared to most other sirens you're more of a saint." He laughed, and I knew he was right. Some of these sirens pulled in the darkness in our beast. They stuck to the ancient ways of luring humans into the ocean, drowning them, and then feasting on their bodies. That's what we had seen on the shore that day. My father was there, but only to make sure that they weren't caught or recorded. He doesn't participate in those huntings.

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.