Siren Poems Novels & Stories

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.

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

The fact that he was the only one who made me forget the emptiness that I felt inside… “I'm surprised the poison didn’t spread as deeply as I assumed it would. A Siren's touch is nothing more than death itself.” He mused, sitting back and taking out a roll of gauze. I frowned remembering the Siren's kiss of death, and shuddered. There were rumours that when one is kissed by a Siren their death is inevitable. It had been strange… they say when a Siren sings one becomes completely enraptured and is lured to their death without even realising what fate they faced. Was that a blessing or a curse?

she shouted, her voice echoing with power. One by one, the guardians shook off the enchantment, but the danger was far from over. Emerging from the mists were ethereal figures, sirens with hauntingly beautiful faces, their eyes devoid of emotion. "We've been waiting for you," one of them cooed, her voice dripping with malevolence. The guardians braced themselves, knowing that the true battle had only just begun. As the sirens circled, their ghostly figures gliding effortlessly over the terrain, a sudden, inexplicable stillness descended upon the surroundings. The haunting lullaby was replaced by an oppressive silence.

They throw storms from their shoulders and wring lightning from their hair, chalcedony shores and lost sailors brought to their fingers, snap, broken necks in the thrall of their tempests. Ride through the witch gate, the squall singing seagull songs. Osprey roost on their chests, furrowed brow contorted with whirlpools, seaweed bangs and shipwreck eyes, oh Atlanta Naiads, oh sweet banks of ruin, my end comes swiftly as the gale endures, envelops, and in the grips of the sirens, I hear a melody

an exhausted Isa blurted out. The siren went on like a rogue alarm clock through the night. The air seemed to stop dead in its tracks. The ghostly humming of the forest paled in comparison with the monstrous bellows of the siren, echoing through the long-dead streets. After a few repeats, a female voice replaced the siren.

The siren people around her chanted the name of their queen one after another, and they all thought it was a miracle. At this moment, the sea was tumbling violently.The siren who were standing were all swayed from side to side by the sea, and even all the nearby reefs and corals were being swept up by a huge invisible force.A roar-like sound came from the churning sea. The sea began to become muddy again, and the line of sight in front of him was blurred, only the roar turned into a thick sound. "Don't be proud, you have to pay your debts after all!"

I asked as he took a shot too. “Emory.” “I’m Iris, well I guess you kinda already knew that didn’t you.” Emory chuckled as he wiped his mouth. “Yeah.” We sat there drinking together for about twenty minutes before I got too hot and needed a breath of fresh air. I excused myself and found myself wandering to the same side door that leads out to the patio. I drunkenly hopped from stone to stone as something warm and powerful in my chest pulled me towards the cliff's edge. I stood there at the edge for a moment, hypnotized by the waves going back and forth. The water sparkled brightly as the light from the full moon shone onto them. A noise draws me from my trance, it’s Emory and he’s standing

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

Death wouldn't even compare to what came next. Wind whipped my short-cropped hair. From up high I could see the endless horizon. We’d been chasing rumors of the siren Lirael for weeks. The siren who sang ships to their doom. Men spoke of her like : skin like moonlight on pearl, hair that shifted colors with the sea and a body that could drive a sailor mad. She’d sunk vessels full of hardened pirates. Now the Iron Kraken.. the so called meanest crew in these waters thought they could take her.