Siren Song Novels & Stories

Alex murmured, his voice a mere whisper, lost in the weight of his memories. Elena's eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and concern. "We need to find someone who knows this song in its entirety." "But who would possess such knowledge?" I pondered aloud. A silence settled, until Elena whispered, "The Sirens of the Silent Seas. They are said to carry the ancient songs of every lost city, every forgotten civilization." Alex gulped audibly. "Sirens? They are not just the keepers of songs. They're also known to lead sailors to their doom."

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

" Someone who understands me And knows me inside out. Helps keep me together And believes without a doubt. That I could move a mountain Someone to tell it to. If I had only one friend left I'd want it to be you..." Sylvia could feel a hard pinch in her heart as she heard Siren's voice while she's sitting beside Harry's grave. She was singing the song she learned when she's still in the kindergarten. She used to sing that song for her dog when she's still small. Sylvia didn't imagine that her daughter will sing that song again for Harry.

I strip off the t-shirt and make my way into the water, goosebumps erupt on my skin from how cold the water is. “Alright Siren, time to come out.” I mutter. I can feel my Siren’s excitement as she pushes herself forward, my teeth sharpening to points, my eyes bleeding black, and my legs turning into a tail with beautiful iridescent blue scales. Time to sing bitch. Covey says with a cackle. And so, I sang, I started with one of my favorite songs Far Side of the World by the band Tide Lines from the Human Realm. The water starts to swirl around me as I sing, since there isn’t a command in my song, the water doesn’t go anywhere.

The same hum that had filled me when I held the Moonstone Heart. My lips parted on a shudder. “I hear… something.” Siora’s voice lowered to a whisper. “That is the Song. The flow of life and death. Follow it.” The hum grew louder, weaving with the rush of the wind through the trees, the distant trickle of water, even the thrum of Thorne’s heartbeat behind me. Threads of sound braided together until they became light. When I opened my eyes, the water in the bowl shimmered, rippling in tune.

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

As a Siren, I required constant affection from my mate, or risk falling into a dark depression. Abatrose knew my needs intimately, and he poured us each a glass of rich red wine. "Neptune, play Raven's cooking playlist," he commanded, and the sound system responded with a sultry mix of jazz, easy listening, and rhythm and blues. The music transported me back to my roots in New Orleans, and I swayed in his arms, feeling the rhythm in my soul.

The silence felt eternal. "Are you sure about that? If I sing you my song…. Ember." He sighed. "If I sing you my song we'll end up in bed together. I won't be able to hold back either. In order to sing my song I have to let out most of my siren." He was warning me, but it didn't matter what he said. I need the song for Ash. Besides with how much crimson kelp I consumed it should be fine. I should be fine.

– Thanh Phong asked. - Song from a secret garden. - She answered honestly. After his sad smile, the soft violin sounded, sometimes ethereal, sometimes soft. Thi San felt like it was the voice of a girl. The sound of his violin is very attractive but extremely sad. This timbre is like an invisible knife that cuts across her heart, not causing pain but extremely numb and bitter. Perhaps his heart is also filled with sorrow. Outside in the corridor, the practitioners who had just arrived stopped and listened to the melody that seemed to come from heaven.

A high, melodic, haunting note ripped from her throat the beginning of the siren’s song. ​Elias let out a guttural roar, his rhythm turning frantic as the magic of her voice wrapped around his senses. He pounded into her with newfound ferocity, his cock stretching her further, ruining her for any other man. ​"That's it," he rasped, his breath hot against her neck. "Sing while I fuck the ocean out of you."