Siren Ocs Novels & Stories

"If we don't go right now, we will miss the ferry boat home, and Brianna will send out a search party. I can't have her doing that again. And yes, I said again. She did that last year for me when my parents didn't return from their time out of the water and, to be honest, I am a little scared of the ocean. Ever since my parents died or whatever, the water hasn't exactly been the safest place for me. I don't like boats, can we go now." My frustration towards Aiden turns into a sexual one. Sexual frustration mixed with a fear of boats and siren kidnapping. It's not that the sirens weren't kind to me before, it's that I haven't decided what I want to do yet. Do I leave Aiden, who I have a crush

"Creepy" a beta captain commented, eyes rolling left to right in observation. The mist rolled in from the east like a living thing. Soft at first, then dense enough to swallow torches whole. Ligon tightened his belt of his pants, as his warriors mounted up. The encampment was tense with expectation; even the wind had quieted. Glacy’s words still echoed in his mind. The Sirens are near the Tungsten river bend, their illusions thin before dawn.

His strong arm wraps around me, and Rhia relaxes into something I can only describe as a purr. “I’ll take care of her from here, captain,” he says. I can’t take my eyes off this man, but I feel the captain’s gaze move from him to me and back to him. “Very well. She’ll be in B24.” His departure barely registers in my mind. “I’m Oscar,” my mate says. “Oscar Gaelehan from Ethercrest.” I shake my head. “I don’t know where that is.” “Oceana,” he explains, his voice deep and soothing.

Xander whirls around, his eyes wild with dread. Xander shouting: “Aria!” I look down, and my heart stops. The siren’s hand is reaching up from the sea, her grip like ice, drawing me under. “Xander! Assist!” With his sword poised, he charges at me, but the water rises and blocks his way. As I feel myself being pulled more and farther into the icy abyss, the siren's laughter reverberates all around me. "Aria, you can't get away from me," she whispered in my ear. “I will always have you.”

It quivered, holy and ridiculous. Tony ducked, peeked, crossed himself with the speed of a man who’d practiced both sin and forgiveness. “Thank you,” he whispered, and hauled on the bottle like a lifeline. The Siren bucked. Not a wave. Something else. The kind of jolt that rearranges organs. Cabin Stephen bounced off a bulkhead, breath gone. “Jesus Christ! What the hell was that?!” Compasses spun drunk. Radar snowed and stuttered. He grabbed the CB. “Base, come in—this is the Siren! Over!”

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

It´s mesmerizing. “I love this song.” Nolan listens to her intently. “Yeah.” I agree. “Wait a minute. Is that--?” Lucas narrows his eyes. Liam speaks out what Lucas is thinking. “That´s the First Siren.” >Club Equinox. Night< “There´s a somebody I´m longing to see... I hope that he... turns out to be... Someone who´ll watch... over me...” The Siren´s voice is as beautiful as her immaculate face, which appears to glitter within the spotlight. She looks... ethereal.

Seastorm - A hurricane or tornado over the ocean or sea, strong enough to affect the currents or depths. 16. Sirensong - The effect that happens when Sirenchant is sung, causing all who hear it to be mesmerized as if hypnotized. (See also: sirenchant under languages)

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

Just don't leave me alone any longer. The weather had changed from a warm summer day to a heavy thunderstorm, and the rain was beating against his windows. The room was dark as the sun was gone now, and the only light was coming from his phone as he called Sebestian. He held it against his ear, holding his breath. Please, please. He was desperate right now, and his heart was hurting. His omega was one again, whimpering, and Adom just wanted to hear the Sebestian voice. Please pick up. More tears fell as it went to voicemail, and Adom sobbed. He needed to find him. Where could he be? Why did he leave him alone like this?