Sirene Siren Novels & Stories

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

My ears perk up. "Can you tell me about it? We are looking for it as well, but we don't know what it is. A thing, an animal or man." Gen asked and I was silent because I didn't know anything. "I'm going to tell you because even if you know, you won't be able to find it. Aqua Siren is a mermaid. Three mermaids, beautiful but dangerous. They kill people they don't like. In the past, I always saw them there on the rocks and the scales you see are theirs. But suddenly they left. It's been two days since I saw them." This is a story that made our eyes widen.

I walk over to Lakelyn and embrace her as well when she breaks down into sobs in Selene’s arms. “He killed one of your children, didn’t he?” I asked quietly. “Yes, we Sirens only give birth to girls, and he took not just one of my daughters but three of them.” She whispers, and I can tell this still hurt her like it had happened yesterday. “I’m so sorry Lakelyn that this happened to you, to all of you. None of you deserved this.” I say softly. “I’m asking you, however; to let these ladies and their male counter parts on the next incoming ship, to make landfall on the island. I promise that they will not harm the children or others who are there.” Selene promises, holding her hand out to the

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

she said as she edited some of her pictures. Sirusen is term for Sins that enhance their sense of hearing and Hirrusen is a third level spell that enables one to hear an individual’s thoughts. It’s one of the hardest one to achieve, also the deadliest. “I can't use it. You know those types can easily trigger alarms.” I reminded her. “You can take him to the forest or by the ocean.” she the suggested, knowing that there are areas without alarms. “Still, Hirrusen is a third level spell. I'm only on the second level.” I said as I drank the pink juice she made.

A siren? How in the world was this possible? Sirens were never supposed to exist. They were bedtime stories that the elders decided to put in the pups' books so that they didn't wander into the ocean unsupervised. She was a monster from a children's book who lured unsuspecting enchanted humans to their deaths. There was no mistaking the alluring quality of her eyes or the seductive and confident body language.

An entire week passed, during which I felt more and more restless. That feeling of being watched never seemed to go away, and every now and then I caught a whiff of that intoxicating smell that I couldn’t get enough of. The only problem was that I never figured out what the source of the smell was. As Sirens mature fully on their eighteenth birthday, which is when they get to find their own mates. My siren was still silent, but she could feel my emotions and I can feel hers.

I’m proud of you. My chest aches so hard it feels like it might split. I blink quickly and shove the phone away before anyone can see the way my eyes go shiny. “Okay,” I say, voice steadier than I feel. “What do we do now?” Miles’s voice is calm. “Now we start tracking. We pick the strongest three today. We cut them clean. We capture the emotion while it’s still fresh.” Serena nods. “And Cara?” “Yeah?” She looks right at me through the glass, like she can see past every defense I’ve built.

" 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.

“I was confused and pissed. Then I saw a Seer, and I was told that Irene is being played by a Siren.” I blinked. “A siren?” I asked. “Like a mermaid?” He shook his head. “No… like Chuck.” I tilted my head at him. “I didn’t think Sirens existed, and I thought they were lime mermaids,” I admitted. “Those types of Sirens are fairytales,” he explained. “But real sirens can be male or female… and anything in between. They don’t have to sing to get people attached to them. But they can make anyone think they are fated mates. They can make you so drawn to them that you can’t breathe without them. They take everything and anything they want from you, and when they break your heart, it’s like your en