Sirens Supernatural Novels & Stories

“You like it, baby? You like how my cock thrusts into you? Tell me you like it.” Tears slipped from the corners of Elara’s eyes and tracked into her hair. The moans she released were pleasureless, automatic, the sounds a body made when it had learned that silence could be more dangerous than compliance. Her mind detached and drifted backward through the wreckage of the day and the years that had led here.

The metallic tang of blood filled the air as the knife sliced into my flesh, leaving behind a jagged trail of agony in its wake. Kirby’s laughter echoed in my ears as she relished in my suffering, her twisted amusement fueling her sadistic actions. Each cut was a cruel reminder of my helplessness, a vicious taunt that mocked my futile attempts to escape. Through the haze of pain and fear, I could hear the distant wail of sirens growing louder, a beacon of hope in the darkness. But would they arrive in time to save me from this nightmare?

“An elf there gave me information of an illegal auction house staged as a gambling den, right here on Lycan territory. It is said that siren blood flows freely through their thanks to the hostages they frequently auction off. Sirens captured and kidnapped from their territories or ones who have gone missing while venturing out.” Even though I was never able to read any of the newspapers or listen in on any pack meetings, I was still able to hear news of the outside world through gossip and rumours from those who had ventured out. Many times, I heard about the disappearances of creatures, Siren’s in particular. Is it just for their blood? “Aren’t Siren’s famous for their vocal abilities?” I a

“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—”

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

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

“Oh? Is this our little sister? The princess of the werewolf tribe? She's quite pretty, innocent and naive, just the way you like it. Untouched and clueless about other men. But this girl of yours is deeper than you expect, she will drown you in her secrets. Faithful with her body, yes she is. But her heart is a different case. She's just what you need, a tantalizing flame, bright enough to keep your interest. But ready to burn you to ashes once you lose your guard.” “Enough, you can leave, make space for the next guest.” Even though Richard cut her off, my heart was still pounding. The Siren clan had the powers of prophecy and magic just like witches. The only difference was that the Sirens

A cold smirk crossed his face. "Nathalia was mine and she was taken from me far faster than she ever should have. I don’t just want to kill the one who did it, but all of them. They all need to die." His words were full of venom. Strange… He hadn't seemed so bothered the last time we talked. Was he messing with my mind? "Tell me Theon, how are the sirens safe from us?" "Because they reside in the oceans and seas that they control?" "Exactly, and what if we poison those seas with something that affects only sirens?"

Her flames hovered above her palm, but they flickered, dimming like candles in a storm. “It’s already begun,” the Seer said quietly, her eyes scanning the path ahead. “We’ve stepped onto the boundary of the Fane. The silence isn’t absence—it’s command. It bends the will of sound itself.” Mia touched her pendant instinctively, only to flinch. It was hot now, too hot to hold, pulsing with jagged bursts that made her teeth ache. The silence wasn’t empty. It was alive. Damian noticed the strain on her face and fell back a step to walk beside her. His voice was low and steady, but even he seemed unsettled. “Stay close to me. Don’t let the silence trick you into thinking you’re alone.”

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?