Siren Pirates Novels & Stories

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

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.

To Claire, a man could seem very sincere now and change his mind seconds later. Leon was about to talk again, but suddenly a digital screen appeared in front of them. Oh no! Storm is coming! "What is that supposed to mean?" asked Claire, confused. Claire looked up at the blue sky and calm sea. "Jeez!" exclaimed Leon while patting his forehead. "What? What is wrong?" asked Claire again. "We are entering the next level. I created levels about Siren," Leon replied. “Siren? The sea creatures who eat sailors?” “Yes! They are beautiful and sing very beautifully, but those are their weapons,” answered Leon.

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.

It was later in the day when Juan finally contacted her again. "I think I have all the information about sirens." "Tell me." "As the lore suggests, they are known to attract humans and keep them as their slaves or pets. While they are very beautiful and their pheromones addictive, sirens have too much of vanity. There are two types of sirens. The born ones are able to lure humans but only if the soul of the human is inherently steeped in lust. And this means any lust. Thus the old talks about sailors with wanderlust disappearing. More like they had been kidnapped to be the siren's slave.

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.”

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."

His exposed chest gleams in the sunlight, almost with a glittering glow. I may have been upset with Cherum for speaking ill of sirens, but siren men really are the worst. They can use their beauty and charms to manipulate a woman, even without using their magic. They are called sirens for a reason, and not often referred to as mermen and mermaids. Their seductive qualities are a temptation to all weak-willed individuals who look upon them. Being bred from the ancient fae kind who are known for their beauty, and with succubus or incubus demons, master at manipulation and seduction, my pack does not trust them easily. Not with our wars with demon kind of the North. Other packs will form treati