Siren True Form Novels & Stories

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

“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.

Saranya jumped out of nowhere surprising her. "Hey, Lil monkey! How are you?" she asked with a genuine smile. But she looked like a ghost to Saranya. Not only to her but to everyone she looked like a ghost. She became thin and her eyes and cheeks were sunken. There were thick dark circles under her eyes… she looked a completely different person. "You have become thin!" she said with a worry. "did I? I thought I became fat," 'with all the love and care give by your mother,' she said but only the first part. She didn't dare to say the second part out.

The handsome man's husky and deep voice was so soothing to anyone's ears that would want them to hear it often. “I will finish early, woman, I mean Soheila. When we meet you have to remember my name and that is...” He crushed the paper before he said, “Theodore.” Meanwhile, in Soheila's dorm, the two spirit beasts ran to the living room as they could feel that the five new were there. As expected, the two spirit beast saw them talking with Sirene on a long sofa while the others are on the other sofa. “Sirene, what are your attributes? Mine is light, ice, wind.” Hector asked Sirene.

I whispered. I turned toward the center of the labyrinth. Standing there was the True Form of the First Luna. She was no longer the giant titan or the silver-skinned Queen. She was a weaver, sitting at a loom made of frozen starlight and human nerves. Her hair was a river of obsidian oil, and her hands moved with a mechanical, horrifying precision, stitching the "Grey" threads of our lives into a solid, unmoving tapestry of silver-glass.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

“And when it happens, they don’t think. They don’t see friends or classmates. They see prey. They kill on sight.” Seraphine’s blood ran cold. “Oh my God…” Maren jumped in, voice heavy with an almost weary knowledge. “And the transformation isn’t clean. It’s painful like every bone in their body is breaking and reforging at once. Because it’s not just flesh shifting, it’s power being forced into a new form. That’s why the siren is blaring. To warn everyone.” “Can’t it be… prevented?” Seraphine asked, almost pleading.

It was the sound of the void, the note that existed before the first "Let there be light." A total =A Siren ⋅sin(ωt)+A Void ⋅sin(ωt+π) In the air, the two waves met. The Siren Note was a structured, crystalline weapon; Xander’s counter-melody was a chaotic, crushing weight. Where they collided, the air physically cracked. Sparks of blue and gold lightning arced between the pillars, and the quartz walls began to spiderweb with fractures.

“Perhaps she requires her for other nefarious purposes. Who knows? What matters right now is that you´re safe. Now we also have some idea of the caliber of power the First Siren possesses.” “Is shapeshifting one of her powers? How come she´s been able to assume the form of Laura´s friend Cynthia?” Liam turned to Marcus. “From what I´ve read about the First Siren rom centuries ago, she possesses the ability to take the form of any deceased woman. She´s replicated Laura´s memories, so I´m assuming that´s how she´s gained the ability to replicate this woman´s form. The thing is, no one is certain what her human form looks like. If she has one, that is.”

She smiles, captivated by my every word, “That sounds… amazing. I’m trying to picture it but I’m sure I’m not doing it justice.” “My words don’t even do it justice. Each of us has our own homes or bedrooms, I suppose you could say, but it’s an oversimplification. These rooms are made of crystal, and in many ways are an extension of us.” “What do you mean?” she asks curiously. “The form you see now is not my true form. We have many forms, but only one true form.” “What’s your true form then?” she slowly asks. “Pure celestial energy, so powerful and overwhelming that for anyone other than a God to look upon it would cause their brains to explode.”