Siren Poems Novels & Stories

He sat feeling uncomfortable, he wondered what Sarah was up to. "Ryan, Incase I die, do not weep by my grave." "How...like what do you mean?" He looked at her perplexed. "Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight.

I shouted, trying to keep the encroaching fog at bay with the protective chant Elena taught us. A sudden scream pierced the fog. "Elena!" I cried out. The eldest Siren laughed again. "Your friend cannot help you now." "Focus, Sophia," Alex urged, his eyes scanning the fog for any sign of Elena. "We need to find her and get out of here." As we pushed forward, guided by our bond and determination, a sudden realization hit me. "The Sirens feed off emotions, off pain and regret," I whispered. "We need to counter it with the opposite."

"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 second type of siren is the one that has been created by evil magic and innocent sacrifices to seduce someone. Like the magic that created them, they are powerful and hold a special lure over humans. Neither the birth siren no

More of my people appear in the water. “We will follow your command. What of the sirens on land?” I look back at the glittering lights. A malicious smile spreads on my lips. I close my eyes and open my mouth to sing a song. A song that is ancient, forbidden and should never be sung again. As the melody echoes and dances on the breeze. I open my eyes and push my power out. Pulsing like a beacon. Calling all the sirens from land back to the water. The call of arms, the call for war.

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.

"The bad energy is strong, but it will be gone soon. I promise." Shaken, I retreated. I couldn't fight her physically. I had to understand. I focused not on attacking, but on listening. I pushed my awareness towards her, past her polished surface. The flashes were jarring. Raw emotions, jagged images. A deep, bitter resentment towards our mother. A burning fury—she had been passed over, deemed unworthy of the Siren's legacy that flowed in our veins. And then, a hungry need—a vision of me, of Elara, our potential power swirling around us like a visible mist, something she desperately needed to grasp, to claim, to consume.

It was the sound of the void, the note that existed before the first "Let there be light." A total =A Siren ⋅sin(ωt)+A Void ⋅sin(ωt+π) In the air, the two waves met. The Siren Note was a structured, crystalline weapon; Xander’s counter-melody was a chaotic, crushing weight. Where they collided, the air physically cracked. Sparks of blue and gold lightning arced between the pillars, and the quartz walls began to spiderweb with fractures.

I am the Siren, sorrow’s vessel profound, Each note I sing, your heart is anguish bound. Each not is a blade that slices your spirits core, Bleeding eternally leaving you in pain forever more. In agony you will writhe unable to stop, As I play on the mistress of your shattered heart. Heed my caution, mortals stay far away, The bravest souls have been trapped in pain, Until my song ends no relief will you gain.’

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.

I asked Lena, hoping she could explain this all to me, since she was raised with the sirens, and I wasn’t. “When a siren dies, their soul returns to the sea. Our mother is trying to tell us that she is here for us and that she will always be here, even though she can’t physically be here.” Lena explains it to me, and I remember back to all the times that I heard the song. Every time something was happening in my life, and she must have wanted me to know that she was there for me. But it didn’t explain why I almost drowned each time. “When you hear the song, do you want to go to it, like it is calling for you?” I asked Lena, hoping I wasn’t the only one of us that almost drowned from it.