Siren Ocs Novels & Stories

At this point, Oceana was already tired from running and had made up her mind that she was gonna die. ' good bye mummy ' she said in between her breath as the beast made it mighty intimidating steps towards her. The beast got to her and only it's breath was able to burn Oceana's cloth. "Ple...ase don't... Kill me" she begged. The beast grunted and took hold of her neck burying his fingers and making blood trail down her neck. Just as the beast was about to eat off her head, a bright blinding light shone. ~~~~~~~

Marina says as her skin begin to turn a blueish green. Her injured leg is discolored from the rest of her, and I make the mental note that sirens don't have fast healing even when they are in contact with their power source. Octavius- Jannah, return home. Garrett. Lucifer. Kohn. Cole. Brandon. Parker. We will be traveling with the siren. The rest of you stay right here. The siren will be back to get you. I step into the water, and the wolves I chose to come with me follow. Marina watches us and nods when she sees I relayed the message.

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.

One clear morning, Marina was swimming in the outskirts of her community when a shoal of fish quickly swam towards her. The siren stopped her swimming and allowed the fish to get closer to her; she was worried that something bad was happening if the fishes were swimming so fast. “What is going on little friends?” Marina asked the fish. Although they could not speak in the same way they did, sirens could communicate with all the animals in the ocean, and thanks to this Marina was capable to understand the fish when they told her somebody was pushing their friends out to the surface.

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

My every instinct, honed by years of surviving Sebastian's betrayal, told me that Kovacs was already mobilizing. I knew Benjamin’s pattern. When Sterling needed to disappear, it utilized its most untraceable assets. The most likely asset was the 'Siren', his high-speed, secure catamaran docked at a remote, private marina south of the city. It was equipped with military-grade communication and was his only true sanctuary on the coast.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

Standing in the rusted skeleton of a dry dock was a familiar silhouette. Siren. She wasn't wearing her silver-fox silks. She was clad in greasy overalls, her cybernetic eye covered by a thick leather patch. Beside her sat a "Skimmer"—a low-profile, flat-bottomed boat powered by a manual diesel engine, an ancient beast of iron that emitted no digital signature. "You're late, Thorne," Siren rasped, her voice barely audible over the lapping water. "I had to bypass three automated patrol buoys to get this bucket here. The Circle is tightening. They’re starting to pulse the water with sonar every twenty minutes."

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

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."