Sirens Mermaid Novels & Stories

Damian Reid "F*ck," I mumble, staring down at River as I move my hand to rub both our hard ons together for a release. River dug his fingernails to the duvet, his chest heaving and his face flushed as he looks at me with hooded eyes. His expressions only made me even harder, both of us panting as we come close to our release and coming against his bare chest with a groan. His chest gets scattered with our release, looking even more s*xy under me that I feel myself getting hard once again.

“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

He asks, eyes staring straight at me, and I instinctively raise my guard. "The one that looks like the mermaids. Yes?" I reply cautiously. "Yes and no." He shakes is head. "Mermaids are just lucid fantasies made by humans. They are actually just sirens." Oh.....like I wanted to know. "Do you know that the sirens have the strongest clans in the sea. Over thousand of years, many others including the vampires and the witches, even us lycans tend to prefer not to clash with them. They are pretty cruel creatures—but this is mainly because of their natural gift, as a blessing can also be—"

Cradling her to him, he kissed her hair. “You’re not mad at me?” “No, honey, I’m not. I wanted you to use your safe word so you knew that I meant it. You say Mermaid, and we’ll stop. No matter what. If you’re somewhere and you need me, just text me a mermaid, the word or the emoji, and I’ll be on my way to you.” They sat in silence for a moment as she contemplated what he said. “If I would not have said mermaid, how far would you have gone?”

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be

Jasmine POV: “Merking …?” I whispered under my breath and narrowed my eyes on Oceano, by looking at his face I could tell that he was not lying A merman is male specie of SIREN….he too has his bottom half body of fish while upper half body of human… and just like Siren even they have ability to enchant opposite sex.. which mean a Merman generally feeds on flesh and power of a women’s while Siren attacks male human... as for Merking, he is ruler all Siren and Merman…. which mean every single Siren and Merman follows his order… mover over a Merking is gifted with some special powers as per his birth situation… like humans a Merking is not decided by bloodline but he is decided by the strength

Maggie It was thick darkness. Only the sound of the rustling of leaves and creeping night insects could be heard. She glanced at her wrist watch, it was 9.02pm. But she stood there at the center of the large compound of St Patrick's Catholic church waiting, standing in front of her white Mercedes Benz, waiting for her meeting with the Medusa demon - the Vampire. They were two minutes late to the meeting, one she had arranged risking her very existence. The Vampire had contacted her demanding to know her status with the location of Fisheye. She had told them that she didn't have Fisheye, but she had something better - the flash drive! Hence, she set the meeting point and time.

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

Or maybe because they knew that the sirens could keep them safe. "Follow me, please." The siren walked as her mermaid tail that she used for singing morphed into a pair of legs immediately. Tony watched everything like a lost puppy. Laura was trying to dilute her thoughts by pouring in many other descriptions of the most beautiful wetland she's ever seen. It was as if they'd walked into Olympus. "Your majesty awaits you," Said, the curtains were drawn open for the guests. Inside the chamber was the elder siren. He expected the daughter of the sun to meet him, as well as her daughter, in a quite literal sense.

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."