Black Siren Arrowverse Novels & Stories

" Lucas asked, his voice laced with a mix of fear and fascination. Dr. Brooks took a deep breath, her expression calm and professional. "It means that you and Raven may have a high concentration of genetic markers associated with the Siren species. It's ancient and before now, it was thought to be a mythical race, known for their enchanting voices and abilities to manipulate the emotions of those around them." Dr. Brooks added. "It seems, Raven, that you and maybe Lucas too, may be descendants of that line." My mind hurt from all the possibilities, my thoughts racing with questions and doubts. I looked at Niklaus, who was watching me with an intense gaze, his eyes seeming to hold a deeper un

Silas walked slowly toward me, stopped in front of me, and raised his hand to my face. “They called you cursed because they didn’t know the power inside you,” Silas said, a savage smile forming on his lips. “You’re no ordinary wolf, Luna. You’re the Black Alpha. The only female wolf born in centuries that even silver kneels to.” I stared back at him in shock, and from the hall came Dante’s agonized roar. “Silas,” Dante shouted, bursting through the doorway covered in blood. “The border gate has fallen. The Eastern Pack didn’t just come to destroy us. Silas, they’ve dug up your sister’s grave. They’re burning Aria’s bones at the border.”

We have not, at least, until it was needed to bring my mate back. I know after dealing with King Brennus while trying to bring Lira back from the dead that sirens are not to be feared and can be trusted. Our prejudices are just from fear from our wars, and something our pack will have to overcome after Lira’s hybrid abilities come to her on her 20th birthday. I still don’t like this guy, though.

We stayed until dinner and if Noah and I were just going to face each other, I wouldn't get tired of it so my eyes hurt. Sirius is a bubbly, little kid. He's handsome, I can't believe Arrow is the father, that explains the uncanny resemblance of the kid and Noah! Because his brother's son! Wearing a sparkly little black dress, I stared at myself in the mirror. I smiled big as I straightened my curly hair. The dress fits perfectly on my body, exposing my porcelain skin and chest and my small waist. I wore two-inches stilettos to match my outfit and a black small bag.

"Hearts can be turned." "Not hers," Slade replied grimly. "She would rather die than betray them. I've seen it in her eyes." Guardian Kale's form flickered with anger, silver flames dancing around his edges. "Then you have failed us, Slade Steele. The siren bloodline remains compromised." Slade lifted his head, meeting the Guardian's burning gaze. "I don't understand why you want the siren locked anyway. Briar is a hybrid—werewolf and siren. Shouldn't she be the one feared by the siren realm, not controlled by it?"

Werewolves screamed and scattered. A silver arrow laced with wolfsbane shot out from the shadows. I didn't have time to react. Death seemed certain. Kaiden's hard, searing body slammed into me, a familiar scent of cedar washing over me as he pinned me to the ground. The sound of an arrowhead sinking into flesh was piercing, even over the blast. Kaiden let out a muffled grunt, his body shuddering violently, but his hand never left the back of my head, shielding me.

Her eyes widened and she tried to remove the arrow, but it stuck to her foot. You can take it off and die like your two brothers after you bleed all your blood to the ground, you can also leave it to spread the effect of poison and silver until it reaches your heart, choose what you want, cat, for me I prefer the second option in order to die slowly, and you are Sierra? The black-haired woman spoke sarcastically, turning her eyes to the blonde holding Baekhyun. "I also prefer a slow death, werewolves are just despicable creatures that eat filth and pollute the earth."

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

She looked around and activated the mic, “All clear.” “Two agents are on their way,” she heard the boss say. Vicky cleared her throat and opened the door to be welcomed by the sound of the medical devices connected to the patient’s body. She pressed her lips when she saw Black Tiger lying on the bed. His naked torso was covered with scars and bruises. Bandages were around his chest, where he was shot. Vicky felt sad even though she and the mysterious agent have never shared a conversation. Black Tiger is someone calm, almost invisible, but his presence is very strong among them. He doesn’t need words to prove to the agents that he’s the best of all of them.

She reached for the small communicator embedded into the armrest. “Activate Protocol Black Siren,” she whispered. A soft chime responded. Authorization confirmed. Black Siren wasn’t just a cleanup plan. It was scorched earth—removal of all data, all digital traces, burning identities, crashing stock interests, withdrawing from shell corporations, erasing false passports and switching from Level 1 to Level 2 code. A complete rebirth. She closed her eyes and exhaled. “Let them celebrate capturing Widow,” she murmured to herself. “Let them believe they’ve won.”