The Lost Siren Novels & Stories

I asked Lena, hoping she could explain this all to me, since she was raised with the sirens, and I wasn’t. “When a siren dies, their soul returns to the sea. Our mother is trying to tell us that she is here for us and that she will always be here, even though she can’t physically be here.” Lena explains it to me, and I remember back to all the times that I heard the song. Every time something was happening in my life, and she must have wanted me to know that she was there for me. But it didn’t explain why I almost drowned each time. “When you hear the song, do you want to go to it, like it is calling for you?” I asked Lena, hoping I wasn’t the only one of us that almost drowned from it.

Another lunged at her with a blade of coral and glass, but Valia caught the wrist mid-swing, crushed it, and drove her claws into the Siren’s throat. A male Siren lunged from the side, his trident singing with blue fire. Ligon caught it between both hands, twisted, and shattered it, sending shards flying. His snarl reverberated through the cavern, shaking loose a rain of crystal dust. Still, the Sirens sang. Their harmonies swirled through the air like invisible chains, pressing against the warriors’ minds, coaxing, commanding and seducing. But Valia’s lips parted, her own voice rising in answer.

The battle for Meranthia's soul was just beginning, and its outcome was anything but certain. As days turned to nights and their preparations reached a crescendo, a mysterious message found its way to the trio. It was a delicate seashell, one that emitted a haunting melody. Seraphina recognized it immediately — the Siren's Lament, a harbinger of change, used only in times of great unrest. With the entire group gathered in the council chamber, Seraphina placed the seashell in the center. As the melody echoed, a holographic image manifested above it. It was Calista, the revered Siren Queen, long believed to have vanished without a trace.

Alex murmured, his voice a mere whisper, lost in the weight of his memories. Elena's eyes shimmered with a mixture of excitement and concern. "We need to find someone who knows this song in its entirety." "But who would possess such knowledge?" I pondered aloud. A silence settled, until Elena whispered, "The Sirens of the Silent Seas. They are said to carry the ancient songs of every lost city, every forgotten civilization." Alex gulped audibly. "Sirens? They are not just the keepers of songs. They're also known to lead sailors to their doom."

"We just stay here. If everything is still according to what I created, the ship will be empty, there will only be the two of us on board. We'll never get to Athens, but the ship will turn to Siren's lair, the Anthemoissa Island. "Then what should we do?" asked Claire. “In legend, we should have covered our ears with wax so as not to hear their singing. But in this game, I created no wax. But, the Siren's chanting will have no impact on women. The crew of the ship will die because they are all men," Leon replied with a shout, trying to beat the sound of the waves crashing. Leon stretched out his hand to take out his digital screen. But the shaking of the ship made it difficult.

Amelia called out. A lithe figure darted from the ship's rigging, her aquamarine eyes alight with arcane energy. Marina, the siren of the seas, lifted her arms, and a torrential spout of water blasted from her palms, propelling a serpent back into the abyssal depths. Her voice, a weapon of its own, wove a disorienting melody, ensnaring the creatures’ senses and leaving them vulnerable.

He grabbed the siren's attention. "And you," says the siren. She swam on his side. "Your soul smells like an underworld realm," she nodded. "This is interesting, you are the first mortal who was able to reach this bottom and found this invisible kingdom. What are you going to do with that pearl?" "We need it to restore the memory of talking to fairies; and to remind us about the quest." The siren placed her hands below her jaw as if she had deep thought of the matter that Julia spilled. "What quest?"

“How did it go, are you tired? I can make you feel better.” “Get your hands off me, Siren!” I snapped. “And drop the stage voice.” “You liked it before.” She giggled but thankfully stopped speaking in that practiced seductive tone she used to lure patrons out of their life savings. Siren was the most sought-after dancer at Inferno, and men would give an arm just to see her dance for a few minutes. I couldn’t blame them—she was alluring with sinfully hypnotizing blue eyes and the curvy figure that was all the rage. And although I hate to admit it, she was my highest-priced employee and a good friend when she was not getting under my skin.

Everyone’s voice echoed within the silence of the woods. They kept walking deeper into the woods until they heard, “Daddy..” Crystal’s cries. Everyone froze on their places. “Did you hear that?” Ashton asked Katherine. “It’s Crystal..” Katherine nodded her head confidently. “ Baby.. where are you..?” “Crystal..?” Katherine screamed. “Crystal baby..” Ashton called out louder. “Shh..” The officer shushed everyone with his forefinger on his lips. “She has to be here somewhere.. All of you keep your voices down..” HE whispered to everyone.