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What Was Buried.

Penulis: Sheridan Hartin
last update Terakhir Diperbarui: 2025-07-26 14:27:01

Layah

Our team meeting went for hours. We had to sort through every "what if" possible. Contingency after contingency. We were in dangerous waters from here on and we were about to go deeper. Much deeper. Our next target was the sirens. One in particular: Claudia Voudaur. Siren shifters weren’t just feared, they were revered and avoided for a reason. They were the undisputed rulers of all open water, able to command oceans, lakes, and even the blood in your veins if you weren't careful. Claudia ruled the northern coastal sea, and her underwater kingdom was rumored to be carved into the bones of an ancient leviathan. Surrounding her court were water shifter factions so old their magic bled into the currents, sharks with teeth like obsidian, krakens that moved entire wreckages, sea serpents that whispered madness, and naiads who could turn a heartbeat into an echo under the surface. But none were as deadly as the sirens themselves. Sirens were born of sea and song. Half-human, half-mer,
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  • The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates   Words Mean Nothing.

    The heavy doors burst open with a crash that echoed through the chamber like a thunderclap. Water rippled around me in waves, the sound of armored feet thudding against wet stone as a dozen guards swarmed in. At their center, cloaked in flowing sapphire silks and strands of pearls woven into her long silver hair, was a woman who needed no introduction. Claudia Voudaur. I didn’t breathe. Her eyes widened when she saw me, no, not me. My tail. The vibrant explosion of colors that shimmered in the water like stained glass brought to life. Her lips parted in something between awe and disbelief. I felt the power crawl up my spine before I even moved. My legs shifted, bones cracking, skin reshaping, magic bending to my will and with a gasp, I stood on two feet again. Jeramiah’s cloak was nearby, and I wrapped it around myself, stepping onto the edge of the stone platform. My toes barely touched down before I snapped into a fighting stance, instinctive and lethal, fingers curled like claws, s

  • The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates   Fate Doesn't Ask.

    I was dozing, elbow on the armrest, cheek in my palm, when I felt the shift. A ripple in the air, electric and wrong, no, not wrong, just powerful. A pulse of heat that didn’t belong in the sea-cooled sanctuary of my room. My eyes snapped open. She was sitting up. Layah. Her multicoloured eyes were glowing, not shimmering like before, but lit, as if fire had found its home behind them. Her chest rose and fell in sharp, fast breaths, and the ocean itself seemed to hold its tide for her next move.“Back the fuck up.”Her voice cracked like a whip, raw and instinctual, as if she was still fighting her way out of whatever dream or memory she’d been trapped in.“Hey...” I stood slowly, hands raised. “You’re safe.”She shot to her feet, bare, beautiful, furious and glowing with so much wild magic it made the walls tremble. The air around her shimmered with heat, even in the damp. Her feet didn’t quite touch the floor.“Where am I?” she hissed, eyes darting to the vaulted ceiling of glowin

  • The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates   Intense Boyfriends.

    I couldn’t stop pacing.The mark still pulsed beneath my collar, a low throb like a second heartbeat. Every time I brushed my fingers over it, something inside me stirred, something ancient, something watching. I knew what it was before I even saw it in the mirror. But it wasn’t until I caught my reflection, the faint glow of silver curling along my neck like a vine etched in starlight, that I believed it. She had marked me. And not just any mark. It was the one whispered about in songs older than our kingdom. The Soulclaw. The mark of the world-changer. The mate destined not just to complete you, but to bind you, body and soul. To tether magic, fate, and power together in a way that had only ever existed in legend. And she had given it to me, in her sleep. I left the room without a word to my attendants, still half-drenched from surf and shadows. She was safe, curled under woven silk, her breath slow and even, the faint shimmer of her gills still adapting. But I couldn’t sit beside h

  • The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates   The Tides Were Waiting.

    JeramiahShe was unconscious in my arms, but I’d never seen anyone look so alive. Her skin still shimmered faintly with the aftermath of battle, with the echo of magic that clung to her like a second skin. It pulsed against mine, not just power, but soul. And when I looked at her, I didn’t see an enemy. I didn’t even see a stranger. I saw mine. I swam toward the drop-off, where the trench curved downward into the ancient abyss that hid our sanctum. Cold currents kissed my skin. The fortress lights flickered below, blue and soft and distant and then I froze. She wouldn’t survive it. Not the pressure. Not the water. Not the depth. She wasn’t built for the sea. Not yet. My heart pounded once, deep and decisive. I stared down at her face, relaxed now, lips parted, lashes dusting high cheekbones. She didn’t even know she was his yet. Didn’t know her soul had sung back when mine had called. But sirens knew their mates the way the ocean knew the moon and when a siren marked their mate… their

  • The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates   A Siren's Song.

    The morning fog clung low over the warehouse as we packed our things for the final leg of the journey. The air was sharp, crisp with the salt of the approaching coast, and every breath tasted like a warning. We were close. Too close. Elijah stood just outside the broken doorway, his eyes trained on the horizon, arms crossed, shoulders taut. He looked better than he had days ago, less gaunt, less shadowed but still... not whole. He hadn’t fed since last night when I offered him my neck, and it showed. The bond between us tugged again, quieter than the others, but persistent. Hunger. Hesitation. Shame. I moved toward him without a word, placing a gentle hand on his arm. He didn’t flinch this time.“Elijah,” I murmured, “you should feed before we go.”His eyes snapped to mine. “Layah, no. You’ve given too much already. I can hold out until...”“You don’t have to.” I stepped closer, lowering my voice to a whisper only he would hear. “I want you strong. Not starving beside me.”He hesitate

  • The Fierce Little Thing And Her Five Mates   Sunrise and Starlight.

    LayahWarmth. That was the first thing I registered, heat pooled at my back, a steady thrum of calm through the bond, like sun on stone. Dylan. Of course it was Dylan. His magic hummed around me like a heartbeat, grounded and slow, content in a way that made my own chest loosen. Then came the second tether. Sharper. Quieter. A thread of ice that wasn’t cold, just… still. Controlled. Elijah. I didn’t even have to open my eyes to know he was nearby. He burned differently, like moonlight pressed into shadow, always on the edge of disappearing but never quite gone. But he was here. And he was… steady. For the first time since I’d met him, the storm inside him had eased. I blinked awake slowly, the faded warehouse ceiling coming into focus above me. Dylan shifted behind me, his arm draped loosely around my waist, and I smiled as I felt his nose press into my hair.“Mm,” he murmured sleepily. “You’re warm again.”“You’re a furnace,” I whispered back.His chuckle rumbled through my spine, lo

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