Siren Song Novels & Stories

This damn strange sensations I get when I am in his presence is going to drive me insane. “ I will bend you over and spank you until you listen to me and be a good little one,” he whispered in my ear with a deep low husky voice. My bottom lip quivered out of fear because I don’t know if he actually meant it or was just trying to scare me into staying with him. I stayed quiet, not wanting to test that theory.

My voice sounds… wrong. One of them tries to run. The ocean doesn’t allow it. Water coils around their bodies like living chains. They struggle violently. One shouts, “Take the kid!” The man holding my son tries to pull him away. That’s when something inside me The ocean rises in my throat and I sing The siren call tears out of me like a storm. The sound fills the entire building. It isn’t music. The men freeze instantly. Their eyes widen with pure terror. The air vibrates as the call grows louder.

Grumbling under his breath Tristan turned and stalked toward a grouping of huts in the far side of the bailey. It was the early hours of the morning. The sun just rising when Miernephen heard the rumbling, echoing voice of one of the Water Princes. “Lust…” The Seringue turned bright orange on her arm, searing and hissing. She squealed behind her clamped lips. Sliding over the floor. Waking Zierno. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He rolled off his bedroll to scurry over to her on all fours. Seeing she was clearly in pain. Her skin flushed and her gold eyes burning to deep red. She bared her teeth. Hissing and writhing in anguish.

“In that case we have a deal, 2000 gems for the location” I shake her hand. “And remember when you get caught, I’m not part of this,” I nodded. “Welcome to Woman Revolution R…” “Siren,” I corrected her. “Then welcome Siren,” she said with a smile.

His breathing intensified, and unconsciously, he squeezed the cool fingers. "Think of the stalls as a starless sky, a waveless sea of darkness," Julian's voice, smooth as honey, was a soothing melody that only heightened the headiness and emotions surging like river rapids. "There is nothing there. Dance like you do for me, only me. Forget all the others. Dance as you dream." "Dance as I dream..." Noelle repeated in a hoarse whisper, praying that the dream would not transform into a nightmare. "Dance only for you. Your music..."

It was slick with moisture. "Ms. Browne, it's so upset it's crying," Samson whispered against my ear, nibbling as he spoke. His actions made my legs feel weak and sent a deep, throbbing sensation through me. Even so, I still put on a show of resistance. "No, we can't do this." "Then...what about this?" he asked, taking my earlobe into his mouth while one of his hands slid up my thigh and pressed against the heart of the heat.

He tapped his chin, “I wonder why that might be. Ah, your kind have mates, don’t they?” Fear and rage battled it out in the pits of my stomach when the start of a silky song emerged from his throat. A siren’s song. I bellowed at Orion, but it was too late. Blakely’s eyes glazed over, her lips parting as a gasp slid past. The man holding her in place removed his arms, allowing her to stumble towards Kendon as though he were the beacon drawing her home—as though he were the light shining through the darkness. There wasn’t a single mortal alive that held the power to resist a siren’s song. Even the creatures in the godly realm fell prey to the alluring tune, stripped of all willpower until they

### The Song of the Originals But then, something began to leak into Silas’s mind. It wasn't code. It wasn't fire. It was a **Sound**. Outside, in the streets of Seattle, my parents were singing. It was a simple song—a lullaby my mother used to sing to me in 1998, before the crash, before the tubes, before the world broke. It was a song about a little girl who went to the moon to bring back a handful of stars. One by one, the other "Originals" joined in. The man from the minivan, the woman in the floral dress, the five billion people who had been "Stitched" back into reality—they all began to hum the same melody.

Eric said, his voice low and husky. From a distance, I could see the island was a jagged, rocky outcrop surrounded by reefs and shoals. The five of us sat in the boat with a dead silence, alarmed. Suddenly, an otherworldly seductive melody rang out. The lyrics, promising of fame, love and wealth. It was refreshing and calmed my nerves. “Do…do you hear it too?” Jonathan, the boy with the brown curly hair stammered, his voice shaky. “Yeah. We all can hear it,” Aurora scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Sounds like a kind of siren song.”

I asked as he took a shot too. “Emory.” “I’m Iris, well I guess you kinda already knew that didn’t you.” Emory chuckled as he wiped his mouth. “Yeah.” We sat there drinking together for about twenty minutes before I got too hot and needed a breath of fresh air. I excused myself and found myself wandering to the same side door that leads out to the patio. I drunkenly hopped from stone to stone as something warm and powerful in my chest pulled me towards the cliff's edge. I stood there at the edge for a moment, hypnotized by the waves going back and forth. The water sparkled brightly as the light from the full moon shone onto them. A noise draws me from my trance, it’s Emory and he’s standing