Siren True Form Novels & Stories

“That’s because it’s calling to you and when you don't it becomes upset and comes forward.” I frowned. “Calling to me?” “Your power isn’t just waking up,” he explained. “It’s trying to wake you up. Your true self.” A shiver ran down my spine. “I don’t understand.” Theo tapped the book again. “Sirens are unique. They don’t just manipulate magic—they manipulate emotion. They can make people feel things. Love. Fear. Despair. They can sway entire armies with just a whisper. A powerful enough siren can drown cities without ever touching the water.”

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."

“Winter Wards, have you not captured Reina?” “No, we almost did the first day we came but she managed to slip away and has been eluding us ever since, we can not track her” “What form has she taken?” “She has taken the body of a creature, a female with one hoof and one leg” “A Jablesse? I have not heard of those land sirens in decades” “Land sirens are they?” “Indeed they are, capable of leading men to their doom” “Zilva and Zenna, you two work on tracing her essence, take some of the fire and grind the ash to gather it” the twins do as told and leave the safe zone and catch some of the fire in a bottle “how can you do that without being burned”

Rosemary said. "Not if you tell them the truth," Luna said. "Show them that Maya is alive. Show them that Ariana is a witch." "How do I prove that?" Rosemary asked. Luna gave her a small bottle with blue liquid in it. "This is truth serum. If you can get Ariana to drink this, she will tell everyone the truth." "This is crazy," Rosemary said. "I'm pregnant. I can't fight werewolves." "You don't have to fight them," Luna said. "You just have to be smart."

This is on me, not her. I breach the surface and pull myself up on to the side of the pool and wait for the shift to take hold once more. Sirens are different from other shifters. We don’t imagine what we look like in either form to shift; we don’t have an inner animal to talk to. This is what we are. We are one because sirens spend more time in their true form than in human form, this is why we are stronger and more fierce than the others. The true apex predator.

There were two covens that were piggybacking off the destruction of the Pramble Coven in order to promote their own feeding room as a ‘safe alternative’ which was just a load of shit. One of them is rumored to be housing a siren, but there was no evidence of that just yet. That one would have their event in two weeks. They should announce next week what their main attraction would be. It definitely provided us with enough time to come up with a plan of action. Sirens had two forms since they were shifters in their own right. There was the human form or the shifted form that had the Siren’s tail. They were able to shift between their two forms at will just like we could.

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.

“I hate that this is happening between us, but we don’t have the luxury of time. Now that your siren side is beginning to awaken, I swear they will come for you. And I can’t protect you if you keep making things difficult.” She stopped struggling. Her body went still against mine. For a long moment we just stood there—her back to my chest, my arms around her waist, our breathing the only sound in the room. Finally she spoke, voice small but steady. “I thought sirens were supposed to have tails. How will they leave the sea and come here?” I kept my arms around her, not ready to let go. “I’ve studied about them,” I said quietly. “They can take on legs and the form of a person. They can even co

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.

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.