Siren Stories Novels & Stories

I tried not to think too hard on that bit of improvement. “Sadareen, your people might know her as the mother of all sirens. She is one of the few true immortals in this world.” Micah spoke with a detached voice, one that held a deadly edge. “The sirens of this world are not like those of your legends. They live in our oceans, and only emerge to feast. They are scaled, webbed creatures that covet beauty above all. The only way to hold back one of the few immortals is to curse them in some way, bind them to a physical form. Sadareen was once the spirit of the ocean, but make no mistake; she was not kind nor benevolent. The only way to stop the endless death was to bind her into a human form.

If it turned out to be a real siren singing the song, I would be able to command it to stop; the siren would be unable to disobey me due to my command over all sea creatures. Whereas the first floor of the prison was empty, the second floor was at maximum capacity. It was full of Hydras, Krakens, and Sirens with higher magic levels. The Hydra seems to have been locked in the prison for a while, as I was able to walk by it without it so much as lifting one of its nine heads. The Krakens kept reaching between their cell doors, trying to wrap one of their dangerous tentacles around me and drain me of my divine powers; unfortunately for them, I'd learned all about their magical attributes growin

Ryan's POV : According to Greek mythology, the Sirens were dangerous creatures, who used to lure nearby sailors with their enchanting music and singing voices to shipwreck on the rocky coast of their island. If you get too close to them, you'll lose your sanity for good for they will keep you enchanted. I never used to believe in these, but when you're in where I was even if you're a atheist you'll start to believe in God. Cause this particular siren will seduce you with her body, not her voice.

Some stories started with hate. This one ended with everything.

WARNING! THIS IS A NON-CONSENSUAL STORY. PLEASE BE WARNED. IF YOU CAN'T HANDLE IT AVOID THIS PARTICULAR STORY. As I mentioned, I write based on the prompts readers give if it's not too extreme. This doesn't mean the author supports this in real life. Note: There are limits I won't cross when writing these collections, so when you request a certain story, don't cross a certain line. I won't write it. CHAPTER 1 The bar smelled like spilt beer and old cigarettes. A few people were scattered around the tables. It was late August, and most of the town was at the county fair.

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

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

she said, “we’re becoming those terrible stories the crews tell. ‘The boss and his terrifying wife who make out on war plans.’” Kael’s mouth curved against her throat. “Good,” he said. “Maybe it’ll scare them into behaving.” *** Whispers followed them. They were loud enough that even people who didn’t move in those circles heard them. The Siren who killed Mother. The gangster who cut his own blood out of the throne room and offered shelter to the girls who should have been sold. Together. Again. This time without contracts. One afternoon, Dima thumped a thick folder down on the table between them.

I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead. The Siren's Song, lethal to anyone unfortunate enough to hear it, is the reason why sirens are as intimidating as they are rumored to be. Undefeatable and inescapable. Written about in the archives of military war plans concocted over the centuries, never been used in the past 500 years. Forbidden magic, only used as a defense to deter persons from a fight, is never meant to be practiced. Yet here I am, killing my only source of happiness left in this world of desertion and betrayal.

I follow them for a while as we swim in the shallows. On the air, I hear Aiden calling to me. All I want is to tell him what's happened to me but I know if I do he'll tell me that I didn't listen. I told him I trusted him but turning into a siren isn't exactly proving that. But it's only for one night and I can sleep all day tomorrow. I can just tell him I got lost. or Perhaps I had errands to run at the grocery store. Either way, I can't tell Aiden about this, and it's probably best if I don't tell the sirens about Aiden. I have a feeling that the werewolves and the sirens have more than just bad blood between them.