Siren Son Novels & Stories

Carter squeezes my hand and we walk down the steps to a waiting SUV. “Mr Montgomery, welcome to Sounion, please follow me.” I look at the man and he bows to me and I become confused. When I see his eyes flash violet-silver. He is a siren. “My queen.” I gasp and he smiles at me and I look at Carter, who is just as confused. “How do you know I am your queen?” I ask, and the man straightens up. “Sounion is the birthplace of our queen. You. The sirens that inhabit the waters surrounding here are all loyal to you.” he bows once more and I don’t know what to make of this.

The screech of the iron sirens tore through the silence of Havenfall, a high-pitched wail that felt like a serrated blade dragging across Zack’s nerves. He groaned, eyes snapping open, and slammed a heavy pillow over his face to drown out the noise. It was too early for this shit.

I closed my eyes. I could understand why that secret would be closely kept by the sirens. If the brethren knew that half-sirens could sing brethren to death, sirens would be hunted by both mankind and brethren alike. It would be motivation enough for a woman to kill her child, or herself. In mankind’s hands, a half-siren could sing mermaids to land, Fae ships to wreckage, dragons into man-form... In mankind’s hands, a half-siren was a weapon.

The cicadas sing to the full moon as I stir, unable to completely fall asleep. I’d forgotten how beautifully annoying these things were. Even with jet lag falling asleep is difficult. Hmm... that’s not a cicada. Stirring again, I reached my phone as the screen lit up, my ringtone blaring into the silent room. It’s after Three AM right now... “... who the hell is calling at this...” Oh. My annoyance crumbles and a smile plasters across my face at the caller ID.

The four gigantic sirens awakened to life and spit on an ear-powdering, dissonant shock wave made of raw sound and physical vibration in the Ödland. It was the most dirty, loudest noise in the Old World. The effect was instant. The invisible gravitational network of stars, designed for microscopic, perfect calculations unstructured, violent sound wave. The air between us began to flicker and stutter. “The resonance overlaps!” Silas cried over the hell noise, and

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

“That’s because it’s calling to you and when you don't it becomes upset and comes forward.” I frowned. “Calling to me?” “Your power isn’t just waking up,” he explained. “It’s trying to wake you up. Your true self.” A shiver ran down my spine. “I don’t understand.” Theo tapped the book again. “Sirens are unique. They don’t just manipulate magic—they manipulate emotion. They can make people feel things. Love. Fear. Despair. They can sway entire armies with just a whisper. A powerful enough siren can drown cities without ever touching the water.”

"I don't want to hear a word from your filthy mouth! Just stick to what you know how to do best. As for your son, forget about him." Then I made eye contact with Alpha Damon and I could feel noise in my mind. It wasn't an outward effect but I felt like someone or something was making noise in my head. Soon it became clear and my contact with Alpha Damon intensified. "She's a siren." I heard in my head and my eyes widened. The noise in the room arose and I could see her eyes burning. Sirens hated noise. All of a sudden, she started to sing so loudly. "Everyone, cover your ears!" I managed to scream. Most people didn't understand me and they started falling into a trance one after the other.

My voice sounds… wrong. One of them tries to run. The ocean doesn’t allow it. Water coils around their bodies like living chains. They struggle violently. One shouts, “Take the kid!” The man holding my son tries to pull him away. That’s when something inside me The ocean rises in my throat and I sing The siren call tears out of me like a storm. The sound fills the entire building. It isn’t music. The men freeze instantly. Their eyes widen with pure terror. The air vibrates as the call grows louder.

Seastorm - A hurricane or tornado over the ocean or sea, strong enough to affect the currents or depths. 16. Sirensong - The effect that happens when Sirenchant is sung, causing all who hear it to be mesmerized as if hypnotized. (See also: sirenchant under languages)