Sirens Supernatural Novels & Stories

I can feel a headache already starting to form after all of this knowledge. I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries.

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

To my chagrin, he throws his head back and lets out a boisterous chuckle. All I can do is stand there and tolerate his mocking amusement. After a few seconds, his laughter dies down to a few muffled cackles. He sniggers and shakes his head in bemusement. “Oh, luv, the things you should know. Well, let me educate you, my beauty. Sirens are rare supernatural creatures who can influence a being by using their voice. You can usually find them frolicking near the ocean. However, several centuries ago, they began to live and mate with humans. Unfortunately, the intermixing of human and siren blood meant more human children and fewer sirens.” He says with a look of disgust and continues. “Which bec

I say quickly to set the record straight before their image of me is completely ruined. "Oh, I'm sorry. Which supernatural creature interests you the most," she asks, and I meet her gaze for a second before glancing at Octavius's blank face. "I find sirens fascinating. They are the most elusive out of the four remaining supernaturals. No offense to werewolves, but it is easy to learn about you all," I answer, and the male laughs. "You might think you know about us, but we only leak the information we want you to know," he says, and I grin before shrugging.

"So there is something that is making them risk attacking on the coast." "And we believe that it has to do with the irish sirens," says the scientist guy who was at the bar, speaking with burning eyes fixed on me. I feel fragile like a piece of glass about to break under his gaze, when he says the word "siren" I feel that he takes hold of me, of my secrets and my life. "Who are you?" Seila asks in a seductive tone, staring intently at her savior. "My name is Matias, and I won't forget you," he replies.

I tried not to think too hard on that bit of improvement. “Sadareen, your people might know her as the mother of all sirens. She is one of the few true immortals in this world.” Micah spoke with a detached voice, one that held a deadly edge. “The sirens of this world are not like those of your legends. They live in our oceans, and only emerge to feast. They are scaled, webbed creatures that covet beauty above all. The only way to hold back one of the few immortals is to curse them in some way, bind them to a physical form. Sadareen was once the spirit of the ocean, but make no mistake; she was not kind nor benevolent. The only way to stop the endless death was to bind her into a human form.

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

Jake said, and the more he was saying, the more of a headache it was becoming. "These Sirens, aren't these the people who have the power to do anything they want just by their songs? They can make it thunder and rain, stop a war, heal someone, and even kill people without touching them, right?" I asked, and he nodded his head, making me stumble back as I felt my throat going dry. What kind of sick joke is this? I thought before looking away from him and running in another direction. "I'll kill you if you dared to follow me," I growled, and he paused, making me run as fast as I could as I fell in between, not believing what I heard just now.

But the old woman ruins all of that with her next words. “The Sirens enchant, yes. But you forget that they can enslave with their voices too. Siren Wolves are just as capable. They are just as deadly, and we have a live one in our hands, ready to enslave us all.”

“We had sex near one of the trees, remember? Under one of the trees in that area was a temple for the Faye beings. There, the creatures worshiped their god Pan. He is a satyr, half-goat, half-man. And the one chasing us is Erato, a priestess, and prophet of Pan. For them, what we did was a desecration of their temple. Not only that, but we also destroyed the place a bit. We littered the area, used the branches of the tree for our firewood, and carved our names on the bark of the tree.” Uncle became suddenly terrified of what Mira had said, but he hid the fear in his eyes. He also finally realized what has caused this frightening haunting that has continually plagued him. “I’ll ask for forgiv