Sirens Harry Potter Novels & Stories

“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

If the nature has the power to heal us, it held the power to destroy us. As the moon gradually started to fall we came back to our senses, a wolf howled in a distance, It was not just an ordinary howl it was a warning for invasion. Someone has just trespassed our territory, just like last time and this time again whatsoever that wolf was, he or she would not live long enough anymore. Eric came in view and he started gathering his people and before he could done his so called duties, I already howled my pack to join together and now me and my pack were running towards the direction of the wolf which informed us about the intruder.

“Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.” He had the analogy all wrong. She wasn’t the eye of the tempest. She was the storm, wiping out everything in her path, destroying the lives of those she loved. Abby stirred. “You’re comparing me to a monstrous sea nymph—a siren with a flayed soul that sits on a heap of decaying bones and lures any mortal who sails by with a bewitching song. You may be right.” “Baby, no—”

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

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.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

“Now, what did Jonathan write?” “Let’s see. Scepter equals Excalibur. Sword of Gryffindor rules. Mirror of Erised.” I squinted a little as I read the handwritten note. Isis shifted in my lap, turning to look at me, utterly confused. “I’m not sure I understand that. Why does Jonathan go from talking about Excalibur to Harry Potter? I mean, both are British, and Merlin is in both, though obviously only spoken of in Harry Potter.” Isis’s brow was furrowed as she tried to understand that strange way my friend’s mind works.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

Fuck! "You were hypnotized, shithead. You almost died." I answered this with excitement and I looked at the sea. I know somewhere there are the sirens, they might be watching us. Watching their works fail. "What? I was? By whom?" This is a surprising question to me. "Aqua Siren," I answered here. Its eyes widened. "You're joking right?" "I hope I am," I answered here. "Fuck, then you saw them?" He asked me a question that I still can't believe.

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