Black Siren Arrowverse Novels & Stories

The air in the North Tower’s deepest sub-level did not just carry the scent of dust and neglect; it carried the heavy, metallic tang of a past that had been buried alive. Silas Blackwood moved through the stacks of yellowed ledgers with a frantic, desperate energy. His gold-and-sapphire skin, a permanent brand of the divine unweaving he had endured, cast a rhythmic, flickering light against the stone walls. Each pulse of his aura felt like a heartbeat, irregular and pained.

The symbols on them burned cold in my vision, every line screaming of rules I was never meant to know. Arielle’s hands finally touched the surface of the black. I flinched. Not because she screamed—she didn’t—but because the instant she made contact, something inside me lurched toward her. Not my body. My name. The core of who I was. She sucked in a breath, eyes wide, threads embedding themselves into the dark like a thousand silver hooks. The black pulsed once, then again—faster—its rhythm syncing to her heartbeat. “Whatever you’re doing, finish it,” Theron barked, pacing behind us, blades up, eyes flicking to the hunters. They hadn’t stepped closer, but their seams were wider now, the whit

Theon grabbed my arm just as I sensed Arabella and an army of wolves approaching through the blazing storm. "We cannot delay, we are on your side." The dark-haired siren said, looking at me. I looked around, seeing Theon’s blood spreading as he refused to let go of me. I had no choice… if they wanted me dead, I’d be dead by now. This may just be the start of my answers. "Let me go." I said quietly, looking into his eyes. His eyes were a turmoil, and when the blonde Siren raised her hand ready to strike, the anger and hatred in her eyes already clear, I used all my energy to send a surge of waves at him, throwing him onto the shore.

"Aiden you ninny. You fiend. You jerk. You pushed her off a cliff at Siren's Point. What were you thinking? Oh wait, let me guess you weren't thinking because the werewolf blood got the better of you?" Brianna shakes her fingers at me with an accusation that is both admirable and terrifying. Her goth attire is different from Kayla's. Kayla is feminine where Brianna is dark.

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

Before I could answer she was already moving and the pace she set through the corridor forced me to follow immediately while teh structure around us groaned with shifting stone and distant movement. “Saphire. Slow down.” I called after her. “No.” She said. The answer came flat and immediate. The corridors twisted sharply ahead of us and the sounds of fighting grew louder with every turn while flashes of movement flickered through the gaps in the walls. Another scream echoed somewhere nearby. Human, maybe wolf. I couldn’t tell. Sapphire reached the next intersection first and she paused just long enough to assess the sound before turning left without hesitation. “How do you know where they ar

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

He roared with a loud voice and they wondered what he was saying when a black hole appeared before them. Zayn instantly understood it was a signal to his behind-the-curtain witch, " He beckoned at them to go in first with a wave of a hand and the detective hesitates but Zayn nodded at him to agree. The two went in and Ajax followed after them from behind. Kimberly kept pushing her hand forward, using her energy to knock off the wolves coming at them and Shane repelled any who got close enough to try and hurt his alpha. She suddenly paused when she noticed a strange aura in the air.

“Are you *trying* to get us killed?” “He won’t expect us to hide in his den.” Ryland’s gaze locks onto yours. “Trust me.” You scoff. “The last time I did that, you left me bleeding in the snow.” He steps closer, his scent overwhelming—cedar and iron, rain and blood. “I’ll die before I let that happen again.” Silas whimpers, his golden aura flickering. “The black wolf’s coming.” Ryland freezes. “How close?” “He’s… *here*.”

She practiced black magic after all. “Are you able to help?” Arthur asked, getting straight to the point. There was no reason to beat around the bush. Besides, he wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The hut made his skin crawl. “Of course I can. I can get rid of your rival male with no problem. Provided that he is a wolf, of course,” Sienna said and she gave him a piercing stare, as if she knew something that he did not. “He’s a wolf. If he were human, I wouldn’t need to be doing this,” Arthur said with a hundred percent certainty.