Siren Stories Novels & Stories

Private jet sex on the way: Elena riding me hard in the seat, then bent over in the bathroom for rough anal. On the island, paradise and prison. White sands, blue water. But danger followed, Damien’s mercenaries hunting us. Days blurred into sex and survival. Mornings: Elena riding me on the beach at sunrise, waves lapping our feet. I’d fuck her slow and deep, then hard, filling her as the sun rose. Afternoons: Training Elias lightly while Elena watched, then sneaking away for quick, dirty fucks in the jungle, her pressed against trees, legs around me.

The air in the library was thick with the scent of old books and the faint hum of fluorescent lights. Sadile Marconi, her fiery red hair cascading over her shoulders like a river of flames, sat at a secluded table, her green eyes darting between the pages of her textbook and the clock on the wall. The numbers seemed to mock her, ticking away the minutes until her next class, a class she was dangerously close to failing.

"He also told me about akharus and usemis." "Just akharu and usemi. You don't say the 's.'" "Well, he told me about idimmu, too, these half-breeds. They are known by other names, too, like sirens. He said I was one, but different. And that you are like me." "A siren is a type of idimmu. A siren can force you to do or feel things that you don't want to. Peter thinks you are making me feel drawn to you."

She whimpered loudly as inch after inch slid inside her. “Ahh! It’s so big, Daddy,” Clara moaned. “You’re stretching me so much.” Vincent's hands moved to her full breasts. He squeezed them and leaned close to roll in tongue on her nipples. Clara moved her hips, bouncing up and down on his thick cock. Each downward thrust made her breasts jiggle beautifully. Sara watched with lust-filled eyes. She leaned in and kissed her sister passionately. Their tongues dancing as Clara rode their stepfather. Sara’s hand slipped between Clara’s legs, rubbing her swollen clit in fast circles.

Lia's POV The silence in the room after that voice note finished was choking, i could barely breathe. My heart was thumping against my ribs like it wanted to jump out of my chest. Susan just stared at me, her eyes wide and a nasty little smirk on her face. "Well," she whispered, popping her gum and shaking her head. "The secret is out now, Lia. He heard you loud and clear. That moan was a whole confession on its own." I snatched the phone back, my hands shaking so hard I almost dropped it. I looked at the screen.

Loma said, making Aurel want to open her mouth again, but Loma immediately gave a signal that she didn't want to hear anything else from Aurel, making Aurel again have to swallow her curiosity and let Loma leave her room. Aurel then looked at the books in front of him, before finally Aurel was interested in a book entitled sirens, it felt like Aurel had heard about the legend about sirens, mythological creatures that attracted the attention of fishermen and also men in the harbor with their melodious voices. Aurel then opened a leaf from the book this time, he actually brought her a book that she could read, Aurel didn't know how long she was glued to the book called Siren, she seemed intere

He raised his eyebrows at me as he spoke. “What makes you say I’m broken-hearted?” I asked. “Well my gorgeous she-wolf, I can sense it. I’m a siren after all.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Bullshit. Sirens are a myth.” “We most certainly are not. We just exaggerated the stories about ourselves so that humans wouldn’t come hunting.”

" Catrina asked them. A siren is like a mermaid but a siren is evil, it is a man eating monster. It has a horn on it's head, with fang like teeth, sharp claws and a sharp fin. Sirens have an angelic voice which can hypnotize any human. Catrina nod her head "where did it come from?" She asked them as she has never heard of such a creature before. "Hell." Terrick said with a grave voice. "How did it get out? They have been locked for ages." Terrick couldn't explain it. "Maybe this was what Ophelia was talking about." Ophelia is a banshee who can predict death and use her voice escape danger.

Sirens are dangerous creatures that consumed the Greeks with their vocal lies. My life is a web—an intricate entanglement of the choices I have been forced to weave. I've created a web and have pinned Selah in the middle of my problems. I'm the hungry spider that feeds on the fly that she is. When my web breaks, I spin another barrier.... another lie. I wrap Selah around and around like a mummy for later consumption.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.