Supernatural Sirens Novels & Stories

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. Songs are passed down through the Siren’s family. Like with all being the s

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

The two of them aren't dressed for the occasion. "Another time, honey," the mother stops in the corridor, and while she speaks to the little daughter cradled in her arms, I get the sense she is trying to give me a warning. "When the storm arises, the sirens will sing and lure lost souls out into the sea. Their voices are beautiful and their promises sweet, but when they assure to reunite you with your loved ones, they mean in heaven or hell." A shudder travels up my spine, yet her words don't keep me from climbing up the stairs. Sirens don't scare me. I've never met one, but I'm a badass vampire princess!

“I guess you’re right. I’m just so scared lately. What if my brother finds out about him? I can sense that he’s searching for me, Sam.” Being a Seraphim means we have a connection to any of those who share our blood, which means I can sense my brother’s determination to find me. Samael and I did everything we could to dull our connection, but I can’t help but worry. Lukan was never the kind to give up easily. If he ever found out that I was mated to a demon and bore his child, he’d kill us all without a thought. Even knowing that I could not leave Samael. I love him so much, and I can never regret being with him. Even if our lives are cut short.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

Ethan's life hung in the balance, his very existence teetering on the precipice of annihilation, and Conard vowed to unleash the full fury of his wrath upon the monstrous entity that threatened his fallen comrade. Lady Susan, a member of the Werewolf God Destroyer, and her loyal companion, Ryan, stood at the precipice of a new adventure. Their mission was clear: to find the remaining three God Supreme souls, scattered across the vast expanse of existence. With no werewolf wielder to guide them, their path was uncertain, yet their resolve was unwavering. Lady Susan and Ryan, the valiant duo of the Werewolf God Destroyer, embarked on a perilous quest to gather the scattered fragments of the Go

“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

All our abilities, like reading our werewolf mate's thoughts, confusing people's minds, luring them to their doom, and becoming bloodthirsty in siren forms, were because of her. My kind never really needed anything from these goddesses because we were free of mate bond disputes and could roam the vast ocean with plenty of food. The only sirens who called on Lorraine were those seeking to do something unusual, wrong, or evil. She wasn't known as Selene's evil sister for nothing. Maya's cousin, Patrick, was one such siren who sought Lorraine's help to overthrow Maya from the position she had earned in my community. He gained so much strength from the evil goddess that he could beat both me and

“We most certainly are not. We just exaggerated the stories about ourselves so that humans wouldn’t come hunting.” I considered what Nate was saying for a moment. He had seemed drawn to me, but I was also the only female in the place not throwing myself at the males. I couldn’t keep myself from asking him to tell me more, my interest was piqued enough to set my mission aside for the moment. I listened as he told me about his kind. Siren’s had been written in myth as women with beautiful voices that lured men to their deaths. If Nate were to be believed, they did feed off of grief and loss, but they were instinctively drawn to people who suffered from them. The people they fed on never met an

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.