Siren Poems Novels & Stories

Very soon at that. "Zephyr." She sang in her enthralling siren voice that reached out to caress my skin. The hall was becoming too hot and i felt like i would explode if she called my name one more time. I had heard of the true Sirens. We called them Enchantresses. Birds of the air and oceans with skins that lit up like stars depending on their moods and voices used to lure and trap their preys in the ocean right before they fed on them and killed them. They were feared for their ethereal beauty and their abilities to compel even the Fae without even trying. It went without saying that Fae compulsion never worked on them. They were creatures of freedom,like us dragons,and they were hated for

“An elf there gave me information of an illegal auction house staged as a gambling den, right here on Lycan territory. It is said that siren blood flows freely through their thanks to the hostages they frequently auction off. Sirens captured and kidnapped from their territories or ones who have gone missing while venturing out.” Even though I was never able to read any of the newspapers or listen in on any pack meetings, I was still able to hear news of the outside world through gossip and rumours from those who had ventured out. Many times, I heard about the disappearances of creatures, Siren’s in particular. Is it just for their blood? “Aren’t Siren’s famous for their vocal abilities?” I a

Xander whirls around, his eyes wild with dread. Xander shouting: “Aria!” I look down, and my heart stops. The siren’s hand is reaching up from the sea, her grip like ice, drawing me under. “Xander! Assist!” With his sword poised, he charges at me, but the water rises and blocks his way. As I feel myself being pulled more and farther into the icy abyss, the siren's laughter reverberates all around me. "Aria, you can't get away from me," she whispered in my ear. “I will always have you.”

The two of them aren't dressed for the occasion. "Another time, honey," the mother stops in the corridor, and while she speaks to the little daughter cradled in her arms, I get the sense she is trying to give me a warning. "When the storm arises, the sirens will sing and lure lost souls out into the sea. Their voices are beautiful and their promises sweet, but when they assure to reunite you with your loved ones, they mean in heaven or hell." A shudder travels up my spine, yet her words don't keep me from climbing up the stairs. Sirens don't scare me. I've never met one, but I'm a badass vampire princess!