Siren Song Novels & Stories

The person doesn't notice us as we keep coming closer, it's as if she is so into the song she doesn't even know we're there. I want to know who is able to bring ten werewolves to tears by just singing so I quietly tell my pack members to follow the sound as close as we can get without crashing into the rocks. But just when we might be close enough to see woman the singing stops and the woman's silhuette is gone. The only proof that she was ever there is the soft sound still spreading in the wind and the unshed tears in our eyes. We keep on looking for a while longer until we have to head back.

His exposed chest gleams in the sunlight, almost with a glittering glow. I may have been upset with Cherum for speaking ill of sirens, but siren men really are the worst. They can use their beauty and charms to manipulate a woman, even without using their magic. They are called sirens for a reason, and not often referred to as mermen and mermaids. Their seductive qualities are a temptation to all weak-willed individuals who look upon them. Being bred from the ancient fae kind who are known for their beauty, and with succubus or incubus demons, master at manipulation and seduction, my pack does not trust them easily. Not with our wars with demon kind of the North. Other packs will form treati

"Take your amulet in your hands and let us do the work" The three women close their eyes and from each of them comes a screeching sound, like a song with no words. It doesn’t exactly sound pretty, when the sound intensifies it kind of sounds like a rooster with a cold. The air is electric and I recognise the feeling from last night. My amber necklace starts to glow. The song keeps going up until it ends in a short scream from each of them. After that Siri starts whispering as she holds her hands over the bracelet. When she stops my necklace stops glowing and she opens her eyes with a smile.

for someone without favour, power or prestige, it wasn't a surprise that Syris wasn't a favourite among omegas looking for a mate. "What exactly is wrong with him?" The parrot demon waited for Syris to pass them before he looked at his ignorant friend. "They say that he cannot sing." There was a loud gasp of shock and disbelief. "B-But he is a siren! All sirens can sing and lure others into a trance..." His friend smirked. "Well, this dreamy prince can only knock a person out or give them migraines if he tried to sing. I haven't heard it myself but they say that Prince Syris is tone-deaf and is the only siren in Atlantis who can't sing."

The bedcovers rustled, and the soft singing had him turning slowly to face the siren. Galene sat cross-legged beside him, absorbed in the sketch pad on her lap. Her hair glowed as white as her oversized shirt, and Stralath recognized it as his dress shirt from the day before. Her pencil moved as she cocked her head and smiled. Her beauty would've captured him for hours, but her spores grew and danced above her head as she continued to hum a melody. Those deadly weapons seemed focused on Stralath—when he moved, they responded like he was the prey. And her singing did not help. The legends about siren songs rang true. Stralath felt like he was falling off a clif

“Daughter of the Ocean, danger lurks. You must be strong.” Time froze. The assassins were suspended mid-air, motionless. A memory surfaced no, a melody deep in her bones. Anastasia opened her mouth and began to sing. A haunting, ancient tune. Time resumed but the assassins faltered, their eyes wide in terror. “The Death Siren’s Song…” one of them whispered, trembling. Anastasia kept singing. Each note resonated through the room, vibrating the very walls. As she reached the climax of the song, the Sirens cried out, their hands moving against their will.

He smiled at her “Ok” Maddie said excitedly “I’ve been asking for weeks but she won‘t tell me. Elder Nait, what is a sirens song?” “It is a song sung by the Fae’s. When the world was filled with them, they would sing; communicating how they felt. They used the wind like a telephone; to send songs or tunes; to talk” “I thought Siren were mythical creatures and related to the sea like merfolk” Maddie said “No. They were an extension of the Fae. When a fairy mated with a merfolk. They had offsprings and not all were able to adapt to living between the sky and the sea”

Tomorrow night, I would leave Sicelia. After finishing my last shift and collecting my pay, I walked out of the restaurant. A familiar black Lamborghini was parked at the entrance to the plaza. Before I could step closer, fireworks suddenly lit up the sky over downtown Palemore. Then, countless drones formed words in the night sky. [SALVATORE LOVES IRENE FOREVER!]

How do I fix my image in her eyes? "Come on, say something. I pay you well. Don't you get how a girl's mind works?" The secretary, Simon's age, just gaped at his boss, who seemed to have lost his mind, his face screaming 'I can't even.' The secretary materialized in front of the panoramic window. "Sir, Anthony's assistant is putting together a wedding invite for you and Ms. Sullivan." Simon snuffed out his cigarette and let out a stream of smoke. "Give it to him. Whatever he wants, just give it to him.

The sacred space descended into bedlam as more wolves emerged from the mist, growling, snapping, jaws snapping in a chorus of aggression. I rose to my feet, every beat of my heart resonating in a song that bubbled forth from deep within. The sound was haunting, a melody that shimmered with ancient magic, resonating with every beast and warrior present. The sound rose and swelled, weaving threads of mist and light until every wolf, every warrior, every witness was held captive. The growls dwindled, the attacks ceased, and the Hollow fell into silence save for my Siren’s song. In that silence, only Caelan and I remained unfazed, bound together by threads that shimmered crimson and gold. The sa