Black Siren Arrowverse Novels & Stories

The witches closed in, their laughter echoing like a chorus of nightmares. Something inside Aqua snapped. A surge of dark energy, unfamiliar and terrifying, welled up within her. She felt her pendant grow hot against her skin, the clear crystal turning black as smoke. The air around her crackled with raw power as she turned back towards the attackers, her fear morphing into a blinding rage.

He didn't see me coming. The force of my voice, my power, hits him like a physical blow. His hand opens reflexively, releasing LZ, who collapses to the ground, gasping for air. But I don't stop. I can't. The power flows through me, directed at Ryan, pinning him in place with the weight of centuries of siren might.

Chapter 12: Werewolves vs Sirens At the sight of the woman dragging the lifeless Jonathan into the water, my senses returned, drowning the artificial voices that had whispered in my head. “Jonathan! I screamed at the top of my voice. Hayley and Eric turned to me, confusion written on their faces. Eric drew out his spear and threw it, striking the siren on the arm. With a roar, she lunged at him. But before she could get any closer, Hayley shot at her, her arrow piercing the siren’s heart. With a loud cry, the siren fell into the sea, the water around her, turning crimson. Suddenly, more sirens began to rise from the water, their predatory gazes locked on us. Some jumped on the boat, their ta

I gasp, doubling over as the baby's energy surges through me, mingling with my own until I can't tell where one ends and the other begins. That's when the gunshots crack through the night. Chaos erupts. Wolves shift mid-stride. Elders scatter. The eastern tree line erupts with muzzle flashes as Blackwater forces pour from the forest. And cutting through the bedlam—Claire's shrill cry: "Lily! I know what Arthur really is!" Arthur's head whips toward the sound, his body coiled to spring. But I'm already moving, the crown's power singing in my veins, the child's instincts guiding my steps as I plunge toward my sister's voice—and the terrible truth she carries.

It was another Sentinel—a lithe, female-form hybrid whose skin was a shifting mosaic of iridescent scales. "Sentinel 04: The Siren," Aris warned. "She doesn't use force. She uses—" Before Aris could finish, the Siren slammed her palm against the glass. A wave of violet frequency rippled through the cockpit. It wasn't a physical strike; it was a psychic assault. Jade gasped, her knees buckling. The silver light in her eyes flickered violently. "She’s... singing... to the Hive Mind inside me..." Caspian felt the Siren’s frequency trying to tear his mind from his body. It felt like his brain was being scrubbed with sandpaper. But instead of pulling away, he leaned into the link with Jade.

No one was on my side. Siren was standing completely off to the side of the clearing with her group of Shadow Vipers bikers. Her thick arms were crossed over her leather chest, and she was watching the entire dramatic scene unfold with a highly satisfied, mocking smirk on her red lips. She was enjoying every single second of my pain.

He deliberately blocked me behind with his body, as if I was something shady. I poked my head out and glanced at the two sirens in front of me, if I remember correctly.The female siren with anger burning in her eyes was once an admirer of Black Wolf Baker. Isn't the siren extinct in my memory?Could it be that the restart of the Dark Gate caused all the dead undead to be resurrected again? Oh damn it!I should have thought it would be like this a long time ago. "You didn't expect to meet me again!"The siren Aurora walked angrily in front of Black Wolf Baker, they were almost as tall.

Happy that he felt she had something on him. The second reason that they assumed for Almina's sudden seriousness in fighting, was because of the other girl. Maybe she saw her as a rival. Not rival in love but rival in strength. On the other hand, the blonde goddess sent arrows that penetrated every golem at the back of her target. The one at the back has been hit also and so on. So every two arrows she sent flying, multiple golems would instantly die. Just a few seconds that had passed when they finished them off. The noisy surrounding a while ago had suddenly become as quiet as the peaceful swamp.

He says. Over on the other side of the heart seeker tamer rest a group of Siren's huddle around a smoldering fire. Three of them in total huddle around what little warmth they could muster with the scaring winds upon their blue flesh. However, unbeknown to them, there is a bolt traveling through the air. The projectile is silent to the bone as if it uses the wind itself as its cloak of shadows. During its venture, two other bolts ride the current along both of its sides while remaining the silent course of its travel. Weapons rip through the air but one of these bolts hit a lead on the tree. There is a small sound that you would have to have super hearing prowess to identify it or be a Sire

Could let Dante fight this battle alone. Or she could show them exactly who Sienna Moretti was. She stood. Slowly. Let the silence stretch. "You want to know what kind of woman I am?" Her voice carried across the chamber. "I'm the daughter of Arthur Blackwood. A man who made mistakes. Who hurt people. Who died because of those choices." She saw recognition flash across several faces. They knew the name. "I'm the sister of Julian Blackwood. A traitor who sold out everyone who trusted him for money and immunity." She lifted her chin.