Sirenas De Harry Potter Novels & Stories

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.

Dawn scoffed, slinging her bag over her shoulder “as if anyone would be able to do that to me. One: I’m a badass witch and two: my magic sister would have my back” Lena smiled, picking up her own bag “definitely”, she agreed “you can always…” she trailed off when she sensed something very familiar “Dawnie can you…?” Dawn nodded “yeah, I can”, she confirmed. The two magically inclined individuals slowly turned on the spot, eyes going from one student to another, trying to spot the Siren. Lena paused when she noticed Harrison in the distance, stiffening at the Megan Foxesque blonde next to him. She was the Siren!

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

"The bad energy is strong, but it will be gone soon. I promise." Shaken, I retreated. I couldn't fight her physically. I had to understand. I focused not on attacking, but on listening. I pushed my awareness towards her, past her polished surface. The flashes were jarring. Raw emotions, jagged images. A deep, bitter resentment towards our mother. A burning fury—she had been passed over, deemed unworthy of the Siren's legacy that flowed in our veins. And then, a hungry need—a vision of me, of Elara, our potential power swirling around us like a visible mist, something she desperately needed to grasp, to claim, to consume.

If it turned out to be a real siren singing the song, I would be able to command it to stop; the siren would be unable to disobey me due to my command over all sea creatures. Whereas the first floor of the prison was empty, the second floor was at maximum capacity. It was full of Hydras, Krakens, and Sirens with higher magic levels. The Hydra seems to have been locked in the prison for a while, as I was able to walk by it without it so much as lifting one of its nine heads. The Krakens kept reaching between their cell doors, trying to wrap one of their dangerous tentacles around me and drain me of my divine powers; unfortunately for them, I'd learned all about their magical attributes growin

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.

Narrowing his eyes, he snapped, “Don’t you think you are too presumptuous for being a hostage?” Lily turned around, revealing her delicate features. Long brown hair, jade like skin, soft petal like lips. Regan almost flinched at her appearance. Then, his gaze met her deep grey eyes. They seemed to have a life of their own, sparkling with curiosity and confidence.

But this one felt different. Less like hesitation. More like something building. “You think awareness is enough to control it,” he said. “I know it is.” A flicker of something crossed his expression then. Not disbelief. Not entirely. But close. “And if it isn’t?” he asked. Amara didn’t answer immediately. Because that question— That question had no safe response. “If it isn’t,” she said slowly, “then it needs to be corrected.” “Corrected,” he repeated. “Yes.” “How?”

The others eyed Zierno and Edward’s garb greedily. But not this one. He’s shrewd. When he only stared at them, one thief prompted him. “Demitri?” The leader turned to the rest. “Get Sirus.” Another nodded and rode back into the trees. Sirus? What’s a ‘Sirus’? Zierno groaned inwardly. Riding back for someone meant they had a camp close. Edward was perceptive enough to shoot him a worried look. Don’t start whining again. Zierno willed.

I could still feel Kerri’s hand like a ghost tether, but it was weak, far away. And then I saw them. Two Serena. Both with that fiery, wavy hair. Both with eyes as blue as the ocean, flecked with gold, burning with anger meant only for me. They were identical, right down to the way their lips curled when they sneered. If this were the real world, I’d swear she had a twin. Whoever was possessing Serena wasn’t just strong—they had power here, in her oblivion. This wasn’t a regular witch. “What the hell are you doing here?” They demanded in perfect unison. Even the timbre of her voice had been copied by the phony.