Siren Wail Novels & Stories

“They swore their loyalty to me. Nothing you do or say can change their minds. Tonight my warriors will wipe these dogs off the earth, and anyone who stands in our way will not be exempted. Now is the perfect time to take your little warriors and leave.” “Never!” Dillian shouted. “So be it.” As those words left his mouth, all the Northern sirens opened their mouths at once. A horrible, haunting sound filled the air. It wasn’t singing…it was something darker, deeper, like a command straight to the soul. The vibration crawled under my skin, slithering into my mind like icy fingers. It tugged at the primal part of me, whispering violent urges I barely recognized as my own. “No!” Dillian roared.

Her opponents snarled at her, baring their teeth. Cheryl did the same, except, her eyes were glowing red and her nails have grown out for optimum kill. Several meters away on a different floor, Lesley had already met her first siren! Genetically enhanced, this siren was a pain in her ass. Especially with the ability to song a song to lure her in immediately. But the woman was not new to this tactic anyway! "I can't hear you, bitch!" She cried, knowing Jacob's spell was still working on her even if he was several yards away from her on the other side of the factory!

the intercom announced cheerfully, "The Siren's Valley! Please review the rules carefully. Rule violations will result in immediate termination. Have fun out there, deadies!" A screen descended from the ceiling, displaying the rules in blood-red text: SIREN'S VALLEY RULES: 1. No matter what happens, do not hum. 2. If you hear a voice singing, cover your ears until the song ends. 3. If a child walks up to you to play a game, you must accept. You cannot turn the child down no matter what. Try not to die, or your entire group will be erased. "Well, that's not ominous at all," I said, reading the rules twice just to make sure I wasn't hallucinating. "What the fuck is up with rule three? Why woul

"You want a pheromone, little wolf. Not just any scent, the Siren’s Pull. It doesn't ask for love, and it certainly doesn't ask for permission. It demands a total surrender of the senses." ​She reached beneath a loose floorboard and pulled out a small vial of dark, iridescent liquid. It shimmered like an oil slick. "Three drops on your skin. When he breathes this in, his wolf will shove the man aside. He won't see a ghost anymore; he will only see the female in front of him. But be warned, once the wolf is unchained, he won't care about your heart. He’ll only want your body."

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

I wonder if it would be higher if it wasn’t near the cliffside. My mind kinda went blank as my vision was ensnared by the California shore that passed. It was early in the evening so the sun had just begun to set. The water sparkled and was an almost dark purple shade, which contrasted from the soft pink and golden oranges that swirled in the horizon. I saw some dolphins or seals jump out of the water in the distance. I smiled as it was like they were waving to me and welcoming me into their home.

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

More of my people appear in the water. “We will follow your command. What of the sirens on land?” I look back at the glittering lights. A malicious smile spreads on my lips. I close my eyes and open my mouth to sing a song. A song that is ancient, forbidden and should never be sung again. As the melody echoes and dances on the breeze. I open my eyes and push my power out. Pulsing like a beacon. Calling all the sirens from land back to the water. The call of arms, the call for war.

she shouted, her voice echoing with power. One by one, the guardians shook off the enchantment, but the danger was far from over. Emerging from the mists were ethereal figures, sirens with hauntingly beautiful faces, their eyes devoid of emotion. "We've been waiting for you," one of them cooed, her voice dripping with malevolence. The guardians braced themselves, knowing that the true battle had only just begun. As the sirens circled, their ghostly figures gliding effortlessly over the terrain, a sudden, inexplicable stillness descended upon the surroundings. The haunting lullaby was replaced by an oppressive silence.

Susan 's POV: Startled by the vivid dream, I'm abruptly jolted awake. The dampness between my legs serves as a tangible reminder of how my body responds to these forbidden fantasies. I can't shake his face from my mind—those captivating eyes, those lips that brought both pleasures and torment to my senses. "This is sheer madness," I whisper in despair, seeking solace in reciting the Lord's prayer. Waking up repeatedly due to these haunting dreams has become exhausting, and I long for a reprieve.