Siren Pirates 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—”

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

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.

"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.

But none beats a Siren in terms of revenge though. They follow what we call as revenge. For sirens, it's a game. They turn the person they want into their slaves, driving them to the brink of insanity only to feed on their victims and leaving bones in a sacred cave. Sirens are the most feared group of people in the entirety of the world. And the dark forest is decided to be their residence. I gulp harshly and Jasmine pushes over a few people to peek through the window beside me. "G-get me my crossbow." I say in a haste tone. Gorius and the other women around me are puzzled for my request.

He didn't lift his head up from his drink, but his strong fingers dug deeper into my hip through the fabric of my jeans, anchoring me to his seat as Siren stopped right in front of us, the bright orange flames of the fire casting long, dancing shadows across her lethal face. “You are looking mighty comfortable over there in the dark, Stone,” Siren said smoothly, her smoky voice carrying over the sound of the music. She ignored my presence completely, keeping her sharp green eyes locked straight onto the President’s rugged profile. “I was just talking to some of the boys about the big motorcycle race we are holding down at the old valley track tomorrow morning. The Vipers are putting up a tho

The ferry sliced through the Tyrrhenian Sea under a moonless sky, its engines humming like a warning. Amaro stood at the bow, his eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of Sardinia rising in the distance. The island looked different now—less like a sanctuary, more like a battlefield. Lucia joined him, her coat pulled tight against the wind. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. “No,” Amaro replied. “But we don’t have a choice.”

was the highest-level code phrase in the dealership. Once those words were spoken, all transactions had to be suspended. Under normal circumstances, it was only used for emergencies on the level of a fire. Anthony stared at me with an uneasy and shocked expression. "Are you sure?" I gave a nod. After hesitating for a few seconds, he moved to stand next to me. A second later, police sirens blared from all directions. Marvin, who had been acting all arrogant just moments ago, suddenly looked shaken. "I just wanted to get my car serviced. Why did you call the police?"

The others eyed Zierno and Edward’s garb greedily. But not this one. He’s shrewd. When he only stared at them, one thief prompted him. “Demitri?” The leader turned to the rest. “Get Sirus.” Another nodded and rode back into the trees. Sirus? What’s a ‘Sirus’? Zierno groaned inwardly. Riding back for someone meant they had a camp close. Edward was perceptive enough to shoot him a worried look. Don’t start whining again. Zierno willed.

Then he looked around where there was a crowd of people going back and forth. Back to the island that Randell owns with the pirates he leads. Chandra and Randell finished eating the food that Randell had prepared for both of them. Randell was currently working on his desk when someone rushed into his library. Cronan, by the way, his loyal right hand. "Boss! Boss!" Cronan called his boss. Randell looked directly at Cronan with his frowned eyebrows. "Why? What's your good news?" Randell asked directly. "Our soldier pirate men found out that the men wearing black clothes and handkerchiefs covering their faces were going to invade the town of Hill Sierra."