Sirens Lament Novels & Stories

“I remember Castiel making a remark to Eyra about it. How she wasn't going to get him to 'bend to her will' or something like that. He wouldn't let her touch him.” “That's because the old lores about sirens are only partially true. Yes, sirens can use their melodic voices to lure both men and women to them. They can lead them to their deaths, but even worse is that they can strip them of their free will, essentially turning them into puppets.” Grimm tells us all. “So, she can assemble Castiel an army and make them do his bidding, whether they want to or not?” I ask and Grimm nods his head grimly.

“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—”

Rivyn replied, pausing his own reading and leaning around the book to look at me. “How to use my power. Why I was left in my parent’s care. How I was able to escape that magic trap yesterday. Why you and Florien did not sleep when I sang. All I get is that sirens are half bird, half women, who either use their voices to lure sailors to drive their ships to rocky wreckage, or to summon the wind to fill their sails, depending on whether they’re feeling kind, or not.” “Well, that’s wrong,” he replied. “There are male sirens, obviously, or the species would die out in one generation.”

“But I am free the whole day Miranda did not smile. She just watched her kin down below. The Siren was unexpected and she needed more blood than what she required to destroy the veil. The Sacred Place was just a myth. But if it’s found, the former world would soon dawn again, healing the rift of the Great Silenc

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

Femme fatale. Laved in moonlight, Sreya's glittering brown eyes and soft lips told a silent story. A story of mythical celestial creatures. They told a quiet tale of the existence of nymphs and mermaids. A tale of sirens and the meadow of skeletons. All it would have taken was one look from the demigoddess before him and Xaver will be willing to seat in her magical green field and let her warble him to death with the sweetness of her Siren song. He knew Sreya wasn't meant for this world. She seemed to be something inbetween. A being between mankind and divine deities. Shit, the woman was made to be idolized.

Her skin was marred with needle scars. The caption read: [Blood may be thicker than water, but it’s not stronger than some people’s ruthlessness. I don’t want to be an older sister again in my next life.] Tears fell from my eyes. They streamed down my face and mixed with my snot. ‘I’m sorry, Rachelle. Let me be the older sister in our next lives,’ I thought. By the third day in the underground room, I had lost track of whether it was day or night.

Even if it breaks my heart and makes me surrender to the dark side. Merilla lay on Meara’s feet, looking at me sympathetically. She understands that a mating bond is the most sacred thing the Goddess bestows on you, and you must cherish it, so to turn your mate away is one of the most difficult things to do, that is, if she doesn’t cross over to the other side and I lose her before I get the chance to let her return back home. But wait!

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight