Siren Poems Novels & Stories

My siren moans fill the air. My eyes locked onto his as I watched his hunger for me grow. "I've never been with another Siren before." I whispered in his ear." in a low sultry moan. "I've never been with a Goddess, as beautiful and sexy as you." he smiled "You taste even better than Aethon described," he whispered in my ear his hot breath caressing my lobes as he kissed my neck.

But there is no way in this world that a siren can successfully drown. It's not possible, It can't happen. It's very rare, almost unheard of. But since I was out of my mind with pain, I wasn't thinking clearly so I tried anyway. My siren slits opened up, even the pores in my skin widened ready to handle any excess water. But there is truly nothing like excess water for a creature made for water. It's just like saying there is too much air and oxygen for humans.

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

They say, Sirens sing only once for their victims and whomsoever resisted their spell...brings death about the spell casting siren. They are so sacred amongst every other species, often misunderstood and mistreated. But for Kathleen, Sirens were nothing but sweet little enchanters and enchantresses who strive for a place in the world too. It was too unfortunate for them, for they are banished to one small island and the whole population of Sirens had to thrive there.

"People want to tell you things, Reniella, because you have those eyes. Your mother's eyes. Even though they're not the same color as hers, they're just as compelling." I rolled those eyes that were apparently so similar to hers. "Now you're just writing poetry." "See!" He pointed a finger at me. "That's the exact same thing she would say. Your mother was like a siren. Do you know what those are? It's an old myth, sirens were mermaids that lured sailors in with their beauty and melodic voices and then killed them afterward. It's morbid, sure, but exactly the right description. You're like her, Reniella. I'm not saying it to upset you or annoy you, it's just the truth. It's not a bad thing, e

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

Eve stood with me, knowing well that aside from Moon, it's grim reapers that the sirens fear. Suddenly, a sweet song started ringing in my ears, making me growl in annoyance. Both Moon and I knew exactly what was happening. The sirens had started singing their songs of doom. I looked around, except for Moon and I, all the others were affected. Zeus was trying to fight the urge but the siren's song of doom held the power a little below than the power of Angel Raphael's trumpet.

My ears perk up. "Can you tell me about it? We are looking for it as well, but we don't know what it is. A thing, an animal or man." Gen asked and I was silent because I didn't know anything. "I'm going to tell you because even if you know, you won't be able to find it. Aqua Siren is a mermaid. Three mermaids, beautiful but dangerous. They kill people they don't like. In the past, I always saw them there on the rocks and the scales you see are theirs. But suddenly they left. It's been two days since I saw them." This is a story that made our eyes widen.

“You haven’t even heard the insane part yet.” Kylan tilted his head. “Oh? There’s more?” Theo’s expression darkened. “Siren blood is powerful. But your blood? It’s dangerous. Sirens aren’t like witches or shifters. They don’t just have magic—they are magic.” I frowned. “That doesn’t make sense.” Theo leaned forward, tapping the book. “Sirens don’t cast spells. They don’t chant, they don’t need tools or potions. They sing. And when they do, they bend the world to their will.”

A siren? How in the world was this possible? Sirens were never supposed to exist. They were bedtime stories that the elders decided to put in the pups' books so that they didn't wander into the ocean unsupervised. She was a monster from a children's book who lured unsuspecting enchanted humans to their deaths. There was no mistaking the alluring quality of her eyes or the seductive and confident body language.