Siren Myth Novels & Stories

“Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.” He had the analogy all wrong. She wasn’t the eye of the tempest. She was the storm, wiping out everything in her path, destroying the lives of those she loved. Abby stirred. “You’re comparing me to a monstrous sea nymph—a siren with a flayed soul that sits on a heap of decaying bones and lures any mortal who sails by with a bewitching song. You may be right.” “Baby, no—”

"People want to tell you things, Reniella, because you have those eyes. Your mother's eyes. Even though they're not the same color as hers, they're just as compelling." I rolled those eyes that were apparently so similar to hers. "Now you're just writing poetry." "See!" He pointed a finger at me. "That's the exact same thing she would say. Your mother was like a siren. Do you know what those are? It's an old myth, sirens were mermaids that lured sailors in with their beauty and melodic voices and then killed them afterward. It's morbid, sure, but exactly the right description. You're like her, Reniella. I'm not saying it to upset you or annoy you, it's just the truth. It's not a bad thing, e

a voice from behind me said just as I was about to withdrew my gun. I turned my face to face the short man who had just moved pass me. “Give sister Siren the girl” he said. “Mac…” I said between my teeth. “Sister Siren?” Chad asked in disbelieve. “As in Mesmick’s sister Siren?” “Yeah, she’s the sister Siren that Mesmick always talks about” Marcus assured him. “Now give her the girl.” She gave Marcus a unsure look before letting Lola’s skinny arm go.

He smiled at her “Ok” Maddie said excitedly “I’ve been asking for weeks but she won‘t tell me. Elder Nait, what is a sirens song?” “It is a song sung by the Fae’s. When the world was filled with them, they would sing; communicating how they felt. They used the wind like a telephone; to send songs or tunes; to talk” “I thought Siren were mythical creatures and related to the sea like merfolk” Maddie said “No. They were an extension of the Fae. When a fairy mated with a merfolk. They had offsprings and not all were able to adapt to living between the sky and the sea”

She was the Siren, a mythical creature known to have the power to calm or unleash chaos with her voice. Elara, her eyes widening in recognition, whispered, "Lysandra?" The Siren — Lysandra — smiled enigmatically. "It's been a while, hasn't it, sister?" As the revelation hung in the air, the storm drew closer, its fury and the Siren's song promising a clash that would shake the very foundations of their world. Elara took a hesitant step forward, her eyes fixed on Lysandra. "Why are you here? Why now?"

The further she fled, the harder she would be to track. “So, what can you do?” He appeared before me so quickly I was startled. His movements in the water were almost untraceable. “What do you mean what can I do?” I quipped. “You know, what are your… abilities?” “I am a Siren and you are a sailor, I believe you know of my abilities.” “I know the myths. I know what I’ve heard from the drunken ramblings of my shipmates and what I’ve read in books. But they are human tales, they can’t be accurate.”

Unfortunately, that peace is fleeting, and my sleep is filled with nightmares. Every once in a while, I dream of Moby finding me, lost; he's healed, whole. With him comes the brightest light I've ever seen-the type I imagine angels would bring-illuminating the world around me, bringing color to what was previously black and white. He's my true north, the star I can follow to safety, but no matter how far I travel, he stays just out of reach. My heart cries out to his, hearing only the response, "Follow me." I always wake in a frantic search for my husband, only to find him sleeping next to me, the same Moby I left when I drifted off the night before.

Just… devastation. I pull Cara into my arms again, holding her against my chest, rocking her gently even though she can’t feel it. “I’m here,” I whisper, my throat raw. “I’m right here. I’ve got you. I’m not leaving.” Sirens in the distance. Matteo’s truck skidding into the driveway above. Help is coming but all I can do is hold her tighter and pray to a God I stopped believing in years ago. *** Red and blue lights pulse against the white stone of the stalker’s mansion, washing everything in a surreal strobe. I’ve been standing on the driveway for I don’t even know how long, shirt soaked in Cara’s blood, hands shaking, heart still lodged somewhere in my throat.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.