Siren Stories Novels & Stories

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.

The fire light illuminated one side of his face. "We didn't know much about her…everything was kept secret. All that we knew was men would go into the Wandering Forest and never return. Those who did came back telling tales of their encounter with the siren; a mermaid who resided on in the eastern river and sang a sweet tune, luring men towards her where she would then ensnare them in her grasp and kill them." Waverly jumped in her spot and Sawyer reached out an arm to calm her.

She rushes to see the queen with this new development, she needs to nip this in the bud, if word gets out that Dean is mated to a siren, the king would protect her with his life. “You seem to feel like since I agreed to help you, you can barge in my room and disturb my peace Briar,” Penelope glares, “what is it? Did you brat run into trouble?” “Yes, a siren,” Briar says. Penelope had lit up in excitement, any news on sirens was her favorite. “Explain Briar,” Penelope orders. “His majesty’s mate is not a mermaid but a siren,” Briar says angrily, “ugh, you know how hard it was to kill just one that time, she died because she chose to, how are we going to get rid of this one.”

I could feel his onyx eyes settle on me as he continued. "Whatever you do, do not fall victim to their calls. We will have to cross the Sirens who live in the lakes, and they are cunning little creatures. One-touch from them, and you're dead." He didn't say anything else before urging his horse to move forward, and we all followed, moving further out of the dead forest, and closer to the deadly waters of the Sol.

Nobody knows what they look like, nobody's lived long enough to tell. It was the usual serene wind that blanketed the night of 1876, the same cold breeze, some may even call it a loveless touch, caressing the tides and pulling ferrymen into sin, down, down, down, until they drown. It has been a longtime warning not to sail after midnight, word on the street is that a siren was born, furious and vengeful because of the death of a previous lover. She sings a tranquil lullaby, with the voice of an angel and face likewise. She would show up in the middle of the ocean, amidst the cerulean waves and the storm that comes along every breath she takes. Eyes glowing in color like that of where she liv

I could feel his onyx eyes settle on me as he continued. "Whatever you do, do not fall victim to their calls. We will have to cross the Sirens who live in the lakes, and they are cunning little creatures. One-touch from them, and you're dead." He didn't say anything else before urging his horse to move forward, and we all followed, moving further out of the dead forest, and closer to the deadly waters of the Sol.

Another lunged at her with a blade of coral and glass, but Valia caught the wrist mid-swing, crushed it, and drove her claws into the Siren’s throat. A male Siren lunged from the side, his trident singing with blue fire. Ligon caught it between both hands, twisted, and shattered it, sending shards flying. His snarl reverberated through the cavern, shaking loose a rain of crystal dust. Still, the Sirens sang. Their harmonies swirled through the air like invisible chains, pressing against the warriors’ minds, coaxing, commanding and seducing. But Valia’s lips parted, her own voice rising in answer.

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

The sound of loud laughter, rough rock music, and the constant clink of glass beer bottles filled the cool night air as the patched brothers of the Iron Reapers and a few of their allied motorcycle clubs celebrated the successful end of the very first day of the annual run. I stayed completely close to Stone’s side for most of the long evening, sitting tight against his broad chest on a wooden log, but despite my best efforts, my anxious eyes kept drifting across the clearing toward Siren. She was holding court near another large fire pit, surrounded by a tight circle of huge, rugged bikers. She was telling wild, dangerous stories of the open road that had several of the club brothers hangin

Personally, he was drowning. He and Sienna had tried video calls, but they were torture—watching her on a screen, seeing her body but not being able to touch it, hearing her voice but not being able to kiss her. After two weeks, they stopped doing them. It was worse than not talking at all. They texted sometimes, but the messages were brief and stilted. How was work? Fine. How are you? Fine. Missing you? Always. But fine wasn't good enough, and missing you felt like pouring salt on an open wound.