Siren Son Novels & Stories

We had no idea why they had done it since ancient times, but there was a tale that said that the Sirens were children of the minor god of water named Trent and the minor goddess of land named Terra. Unfortunately, their children tried to overpower the first ruler of the Beastman World, making them receive a direct punishment from the Queen Goddess Hera for disobeying the order set by the Supreme Being. It was said that they no longer bore any females of their race, pushing them to capture females from the other tribes in secret. They have a longer life span than regular beastmen since they are children of the minor gods and goddesses, but even if they take any females from the other tribes,

Maya’s heart pounded as Sirena drifted closer, her silver hair flowing around her like threads of moonlight in the water. Those same ice-blue eyes—the ones Maya had stared at in her own reflection for years—studied her with a softness that made her chest ache. “My daughter,” Sirena whispered, her voice carrying through water and air alike, each word like a haunting melody. “The time has come for you to hear what was spoken long before you drew breath.” Maya swallowed hard. Damien was at her back, a steady presence, but even he seemed unsettled. Naomi stood to the side, tense and wide-eyed, her handclutching the wrist of the siren who had claimed her

Luna Crystal, do you think Indiva is going to use sirens against the soldiers? "I can't say for sure. How can their lure be avoided? Have there been any known instances where someone has been able to resist the lure of a siren?" "Yes and no. Many years ago, a witch created a siren with her own image to seduce a wolf. She wanted him to break up with his mate and be with her. While the wolf resisted for a while, the human counterpart did not survive under the constant attack of the siren throwing herself at him and fell under her spell ultimately resulting in betraying his mate and causing their deaths. So, while there is no technique on this the chances are that at least mated shifters may be

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.

All of a sudden, the world seemed to be still, and even the sound of the sea breeze could not be heard.The sun is already hanging high in the blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight hits the eyes and makes them tingle.The female siren remained motionless, but the corners of her mouth slowly extended to both sides until a smirk was formed.Suddenly, her upper and lower lips opened violently, like the mouth of a shark preparing to devour its prey. It was too late for me to stop it. The sharp cry of the siren had pierced into the depths of the eardrum like tens of millions of sharp thorns at the same time, and then reached the nerves of the brain.

I just entered a taxi real quick. Memories flooded me as I sat in the car. All the moments spent with Jeremy.Jeremy was tall with dark brown hair, a sharp jawline with a hint of stubble.His hazel-green eyes were my favorite features and his broad shoulders with bulky muscles. He was his father’s only son in charge of the multi billion dollar business across the majority of the states.

The silence after the alarm’s shriek was almost worse. Thick. Suffocating. Adam’s hand hovered over the gun, his body coiled like a spring, eyes scanning the dusky landscape beyond the windshield. The dashboard screen flashed again: ALERT RESOLVED: Wildlife Trigger - West Gate. (Raccoon) A raccoon. Just a damn raccoon. The breath I hadn’t realized I was holding punched out of me, leaving me lightheaded. Adam slowly lowered his hand from the glove compartment, the tension bleeding from his shoulders, replaced by a weary slump. He ran a hand over his face, the gesture strangely vulnerable.

“Kieran. Breathe.” Her touch helps, but not much. Through our bond, I feel our son reacting. His power surges into Sienna. Reyes’ aides reach for weapons. Maddox and Ryker move closer instantly. Sienna looks at her hands, surprised. Then she stares at Reyes. Her voice changes—deeper, layered with the bridge’s power. “My son isn’t an experiment. He isn’t a weapon. If you want our help, dismantle all the architecture. No tricks. No secret programs. Everything tied to Fenrir ends. Now.”

" Send me the details, and I'll handle things personally." Well, seems like Siren's playtime is about to end.