Black Siren Arrowverse Novels & Stories

So she called the person she trusted the most in the world— There was a click as the call went through. “Hello?” “Madam Dahlia, it’s me, Spider.” Aria’s eyes were perfectly still in the darkness. “Good news. “—I’ve established contact with the assassination target.”

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

He seeks redemption for the sins he committed, well guess what, Mother Luna is in a generous mood and will offer him a chance. Outside the cabin, far away from the surrounding trees, a woman dressed in a black cloak carefully watches as the scene unfolds. The werewolves carry an unconscious Arthur Smith and Lenna’s belongings with them to their pack. Her cold kohl lined eyes glint with the promise of serving pain and a cruel smile dances on her red-painted lips. Let the dance begin!

But the tranquilizer was fast, its poison seeping into her blood, and she fell to her knees, the shale biting into her skin. Rhea Blackthorn emerged from the shadows of the pines, her jet-black hair braided tight, her amber eyes glowing with sadistic delight. She wore a leather vest and pants, a dagger strapped to her thigh, and her cruel smile was a slash of white in the moonlight. Behind her, three Black Shadow wolves slunk forward, their matted coats blending with the shadows, their claws clicking on the shale. Rhea’s voice was a purr, dripping with venom. “Look at you, Lunar Pure,” she said, crouching in front of Sam, her dagger twirling in her hand. “Not so fierce now, are you?”

the fighting truly began. The sound of snarls, growls, and metal clashing filled The hall. It had turned into a battlefield. “Stay with me!” I yelled at Brittany, slashing through a rogue that lunged for her throat making Blood spray across the stone floor. Ryder and Kael were already in wolf form, ripping through attackers with terrifying efficiency. Bennett stood at my back, throwing knives like lightning. Then I heard Brittney let out a sickening sound that stopped me in my tracks. A sound that wasn’t a scream but something worse—a choked gasp, a whimper.

But doubt crept in—the night's victories felt fragile, like glass underfoot. Minutes later, the door opened to admit the stranger: a sleek gray wolf shifting to human form mid-stride, revealing a woman in her thirties, athletic build, clad in rain-slicked leathers. Her hair was raven-black, eyes a piercing green that scanned the room like a predator assessing threats. Chains bound her wrists—precautionary—held by two enforcers. She bowed her head slightly, respect tinged with wariness. "Alpha Blackwood. I'm Kira, emissary from the Shadowclaw Pack. We heard the battle—felt the shift in power. Hanlon was our enemy too; he owed us debts, spilled our blood in secret deals."

The black water rippled as though something beneath it had stirred. Silas hung suspended, heart pounding. “It’s not just a shard,” he called up. “Something’s guarding it.” “What?” Mara’s voice echoed down to him. He looked at the whirlpool. The shard at its centre pulsed once, and the black water rose in a ring around it. Something like a hand — translucent, made of the same water — brushed the stone just below him. Silas swallowed. “A sentinel,” he said softly. Above, Mara drew an arrow. “Then tell me when to shoot.”

His saber materialized in his grip. "Kill him, Father. He is a betrayer. A traitor." Vyre added fuel to the ignited fire. "No..." Miracle choked back a sob. "Don't... don't hurt him..." But her cries were ignored. Pointing the tip of his weapon toward the rumbling, darkening sky, Arlyaen began his silent incantation. A ring of black smoke soon spiraled down onto the saber. It jiggled. From the shadows, night creatures could be seen flying away, looking for a safer place to stay.

“We didn't come here to listen.” He looked at Kael. “Kill her.” My wolf instantly roared inside me. Golden energy exploded beneath my skin. The ground cracked beneath my feet. Several Alphas stepped back. Kael narrowed his eyes. “So...” “The Moonborn has finally revealed herself.” I raised both hands. “You will regret this.” Varek laughed. “No.” “You will.” Before anyone could move...A sharp whistle cut through the forest. All the Alphas turned. A single black arrow shot out from between the trees.

Instead I put on a black shirt with pants, a few buttons from top unbuttoned, and my hair combed back. I walk to the door when Linda's voice stops me. "Who are you going to seduce with that outfit?" she asks. "We won't talk about each other's dating lives." I say, walking out of the door. "SO YOU ARE GOING TO SEDUCE SOMEONE! Is it RIVER LOCKHART?" she yells. "Want to die young?!" "No, sir!" I catch a taxi by the road and head to Black Spades Casino, contemplating whether it would be a good idea to ask a friend to come, but since River asked me to come...