Siren Song Novels & Stories

Without you, in our lives, we feel quite poor, The place where you will feel free, Is with your family beneath the sea, We may not look like people you know, But if you come, we'll show you what you don't know, Come take my hand down to the sea, We'll take you to your family, Come now and touch my hand, Place your legs deep within the sand, A tale shall grow from your skin, You'll be free with us again. You don't know what you are, We've called you every night from afar, Come and see what it's like beyond the shore, There are oceans and worlds for you to explore... When the sirens are done singing I do as they ask. I put my legs all the way down into the sand. I sink into the sandbar all the

" I know that the woman I'm looking for to be the face and body of this scent exists and if it gets to you, I want you to know that you won't be able to hide from me forever. I will find you and the day that happens, there is nothing that will make me stop until that scent and your body are one within an inch of my camera. " My fork pales in my mouth and Larissa says something, but I am too far away to hear her. All my senses are digesting these words while my mind does not hesitate to respond: I accept the invitation to our game of cat and mouse, Adam Arnault, and it will officially begin tonight...

She was really at her limit but was afraid her moans would be heard outside. "Don’t hold back; I actually love your moans. Don’t worry, this room is soundproof," Sean whispered to her and then started kissing Hera again. Drrt! Drrt! Hera turned to her bag. She wanted to grab her phone inside it, but she could hardly hold on. Ah, she felt so weak. "Take that call, darling," Sean said as he slowly moved. Hera chose to obey him; otherwise, it would be the end of her. Especially since the room was so soundproof.

Something that speaks way too well to my conflicting feelings - some song with the chorus saying ‘keep your head, or keep your heart - you can only save one. Does the universe just like to torture people like this? Send music their way that is too on point? Ugh. My hand lingers over the phone, and I hesitate to change the song. I don’t even really know the guy but I’m fighting off tears here. What is this? Could what Alec said to me be true at all? Could all that be real? How could someone be so punished to be saddled to me forever like that? If it does exist, it couldn’t be for me.

A sinking feeling tugged at my gut. Something felt wrong. Wrong. A melody echoed in the air around us. Sinfully beautiful in an ethereal way. Inhuman and hypnotizing. Like a forbidden song. A song. "Cover your ears!" Gunner's shout rang across the lower deck. "NOW!" The air thickened with the taste of fear, men clapping their hands over their ears to stave off the song. Gunner blinked hard, sprinting and securing safety ropes to a support ballast climbing the center of the hull. His men operating the cannons scrambled to attach themselves as the singing crept closer.

the man smiled at the audience. Kurt’s mother flashed an evil smile. Kurt and Annika were both stunned. They didn’t know something like this would come up. Catherine planned to embarrass Annika in front of many people, but what she didn’t know is that Annika was a good singer. Annika looked at Kurt’s mother with a smirk. It’s on, bitch. She stood up and gracefully walked to the stage. Kurt was nervous but he couldn’t do anything. Annika took the mic. “Hello, everyone. My name’s Annika. I am with my boyfriend, Kurt Morgan.” The spotlight went to Kurt. He waved his hand and smiled, but he was still nervous. “Tonight I will sing Girl On Fire and I dedicated this song to the mother of my boyfrie

Both males stared at her, Logan with a strange gleam in his eye and Michael with a breathy, “You sing like an angel, Angel.” No, actually, she sang like a… Siren. Oh Hades. Her voice. She’d forgotten the effect it had on Humans. Especially adult males. Logan, his pupils almost nonexistent—the classic characteristic of Siren Song enchantment—was clearly under its influence. “Uh.” She cleared her throat and took another sip of that delicious wine. “I, um, that is… I guess I like to sing?” She shrugged her shoulders, going for nonchalant. Big mistake. With the way her voice was working on Logan, his eyes went right to her breasts.

Rowan would have all of Maldivian fast on his behalf if it meant the Moon Goddess might take pity on him and sever the bond connecting him to this woman. "Yes," he found himself whispering into her hair, inhaling deeply. How could she smell so intoxicatingly exotic? She trailed her lips along his jawline, their soft words like a seductive lullaby. "Only I can sate your longing and soothe your ache, yes?" It was a melody. The lilt of her voice enthralled him. "Witch" was inadequate—she was a siren, luring him toward certain doom. He knew he should flee. He would, but not now. For now, he wanted to hear her sing...

The slow music was burning my soul and his full dick destroying my uterus. “Oh, babygirl, you’re fire,” His eyes were stoned on my jiggling breasts and he cupped them in his hands. My arms were around his neck and I pulled him closer to stay in place. I was seeing black cause the pleasure seemed like blinding me. As we both reached our full potential. I tightly hugged him and as he unloaded his seeds inside me and we both moaned loudly as the orgasms hit our cores. Our helpless cries blended with the slow music playing in the background.

This song, they felt couldn't be sung nor played by normal humans. They saw the moon even shine brighter and the gentle wind caressed their skin. "Who's playing and singing in our territory?" Rolandro asked with hands on his waist. "No, Rolandro. It's not in our territory but it's somehow close to our territory. One who can play this song doesn't have bad intentions and is definitely not human. Still, they are not of our kind. My great-grandfather told me that a siren's voice is a healing to the body." an old lady, Mrs Antonio chipped in.