Black Siren Arrowverse Novels & Stories

Squeaked Sprout. Cory caught a glimpse of herself reflected in one of the icy walls. Her eyes were completely pitch black. It was not just the pupils and irises that were black, like werewolves when they got angry. The whites of her eyes had turned black too. She was unnerved by her own reflection. She felt something hot behind her and realised the arrow made from Anestra’s quill was glowing and emitting heat. She grasped one of the Amber arrows and aimed it directly upwards where the first hole had been, hoping that point was still weak. She could hear the buzzing surge of energy as the Stormbringers kept trying to pounce on Hayden and Titan but kept colliding with the barrier instead. It w

I’ll even help you deal with any of them. “And how would I know you won’t back stab me?” “The same way I know you won’t. It’s not your reputation. Look up Black Dogs. You know of them?” “Order of mercenaries.” “Bingo,” the man said. “Asked them about Vanargand.” “I see.” “You heard of the name?” “It’s another name for Fenrir, monster-wolf of Norse mythology.” “I thought using Fenrir could be copyright infringement, or just piss the guy off.” “That would be unwise.”

she glared back at her. "I'm Vanessa fucking Blackwell, I can own whatever I want," she sneered. "Jake is my - " Izzie started but Vanessa cut her off. "Loyal to me now," she finished for her with a smirk, "My blood is in his veins, little slayer, I am his sire, he works for me." The thought of Jake not only being a vampire but being a vampire that was controlled by this monster barbie for eternity was almost too sickening to think about.

Before either of them could move, the half-circle before Ryder shot forward with merciless speed, slamming into his chest like a brand of pure ice. Ryder screamed. Sienna grabbed him instinctively, pulling him back, but the force of the mark threw her against the ground. Ryder collapsed to his knees, spine arching, hands clawing at his chest as the mark seared through muscle and bone, injecting shadows into his bloodstream. His eyes rolled back, then snapped open, no longer green, but black edged with molten silver. “Stop!” Sienna cried, crawling forward, hands trembling as she reached for him. “You’re killing him!”

Dead. Still. I lay there unconscious, bleeding softly, my silver hair tangled and dust covered. The black curse streaks retreating slowly back to my roots. Turning full silver. No black. All silver. The desert held its breath. And I did not move. —————— Arthur thundered through the dense forest, his massive midnight black form blurring between trees. Branches snapped beneath his paws, the ground trembling with every stride. The others, Ronan, Kyle, the elite warriors, including Ace, Tomas and Kim struggled to match his brutal speed.

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

Zafira Nightvale POV "Your alpha jaw better produce a satisfying pack explanation right now, Archer matron, before my execution fighters make your entire territory lineage disappear from these mountain tracks," Vickon Blackwynd’s deep, velvety growl vibrates through the heavy stone logs of the chamber, his dominant golden eyes burning into her skull until a cold, terrified sweat drenches her silk tunic. "M-Mr. Lancaster—I mean, Supreme Alpha Blackwynd..." the Archer matron’s jaw stammers uncontrollably, her knees knocking together in the mud as she stares at my husband's towering, muscular frame.

So when his fingers touched that scripture, the Chi all over his body shook vigorously. At this moment, the old monk suddenly looked up, stared at the Black Robe, and roared. The Black Robe snorted coldly and resisted him with a stare. Alex, however, fired Arash’s Bow in his hand and shot the lightning-like arrow at the Black Robe in that instant. Smack! Amidst the busyness, the Black Robe unexpectedly reached out and broke the demonic red arrow by grabbing it. Although half of the arrow hit his shoulder, it did not seem to impact him greatly.

The underground garage smelled faintly of rainwater, concrete, and engine heat. A black SUV waited near the secured gate, surrounded by two Nightfall security vehicles already preparing to depart. Thunder rolled distantly overhead. Elara followed Darius toward the vehicle while wolves moved around them with efficient urgency. No one wasted movement. No one wasted words. The reality of what was happening settled more heavily with every step. Blackwater was actually coming for her. Not symbolically. Not politically. Physically.

Liam came up beside me. “Don´t be stupid, you two. She´s far too powerful.” Marcus said, still frozen in place. “I can take her on.” Liam touches the amulet of the black stone dangling around his neck. “This amulet safeguards me from dark magic and manipulation. She´s unable to control me.” The Siren laughs. “Let´s put it to the test then.”