Sirens Lament Novels & Stories

You mustn't shield her, or else she'll be taken away by the Silverlune Guards. I tried to punch Dad angrily, but my fists passed through the air uselessly. "Bad Dad! That's not me at all! Have you forgotten? You tore the pocket in that shirt, and Mom stitched a little rabbit in that spot. The shirt in the video doesn't have a rabbit!" Mom, who had been laughing just a moment ago, suddenly fell silent. She stared at Dad, her eyes filled with contempt. "Call the Silverlune Guards here, then," she said. "I'll wait here for them."

My throat was on fire from all the screams I’d released while my body contorted in on itself. Within what felt like an eternity, but in reality was an agonizing minute, where my legs once were was a long, thick and scaly, green fish tail. I looked myself over again when all that was left were residual aches, and found small fin-like appendages on my elbows and sides of my upper arms.

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.

Altair, stepping forward, stated, "Our word is our bond. We fight against a common enemy, Valek, who seeks to plunge the world into darkness." Lyria seemed to ponder his words, her expression inscrutable. Then, without warning, she began to sing - but this song was different, a melody so heartbreaking it seemed to tug at the very soul. The guardians, entranced, saw visions of the sirens' past, of betrayal and heartbreak, of lost love and shattered trusts. As the song ended, tears streamed down Nocturna's face. She could feel the weight of the sirens' grief. "We promise, on our lives, not to betray you," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion.

It was the conjuring of one with a small imagination. “We’re in the desert,” said Ilyria, “So let’s see some desert.” And then she used her glamour. She conjured up a desert of rippling gold sands beneath an indigo sky. The sky sparkled with a million stars, that moved continuously in spiralling patterns. She rolled the sand around them, a protection of dunes as high as mountains. The sirens she clad in cloud silks in hues of blue ranging from the deepest midnight to the palest desert spring. She opened her eyes. As she had hoped, the sirens had become completely besotted with themselves. They twirled and played with their magnificent dresses, their faces lit up with smiles that made them se

The sirens had faded into the night, their wail unraveling into the black horizon like the tail end of a funeral hymn. The last traces of flashing light blinked out, leaving behind the kind of silence that didn’t feel empty, but raw as though the air itself was still ringing from everything it had just witnessed.

He shrugged. "Sirens...like evil mermaids." She said laughing. " Some legends say they are beautiful women with a tail like mermaids and their songs enchant sailors. Leading them to crash into rocky shores or lure them into the waters to drown them. Others say they look more like birds. Still with the same purpose." He smirked.

Chapter 12: Werewolves vs Sirens At the sight of the woman dragging the lifeless Jonathan into the water, my senses returned, drowning the artificial voices that had whispered in my head. “Jonathan! I screamed at the top of my voice. Hayley and Eric turned to me, confusion written on their faces. Eric drew out his spear and threw it, striking the siren on the arm. With a roar, she lunged at him. But before she could get any closer, Hayley shot at her, her arrow piercing the siren’s heart. With a loud cry, the siren fell into the sea, the water around her, turning crimson. Suddenly, more sirens began to rise from the water, their predatory gazes locked on us. Some jumped on the boat, their ta

It´s mesmerizing. “I love this song.” Nolan listens to her intently. “Yeah.” I agree. “Wait a minute. Is that--?” Lucas narrows his eyes. Liam speaks out what Lucas is thinking. “That´s the First Siren.” >Club Equinox. Night< “There´s a somebody I´m longing to see... I hope that he... turns out to be... Someone who´ll watch... over me...” The Siren´s voice is as beautiful as her immaculate face, which appears to glitter within the spotlight. She looks... ethereal.

His exposed chest gleams in the sunlight, almost with a glittering glow. I may have been upset with Cherum for speaking ill of sirens, but siren men really are the worst. They can use their beauty and charms to manipulate a woman, even without using their magic. They are called sirens for a reason, and not often referred to as mermen and mermaids. Their seductive qualities are a temptation to all weak-willed individuals who look upon them. Being bred from the ancient fae kind who are known for their beauty, and with succubus or incubus demons, master at manipulation and seduction, my pack does not trust them easily. Not with our wars with demon kind of the North. Other packs will form treati