Black Siren Arrowverse Novels & Stories

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

Through his haze, he could sense the rogues coming from each direction around them, and he tensed, giving Sienna all the warning she needed. She spun on her heel, sending one, two, three arrows out and knocking each rogue down with a lethal hit. There was still one more creeping up from behind, and Asher heard the arrow as it loaded into his bow. An arrow dripping with poison, aiming straight for Sienna’s back. It would pierce straight through her chest, just enough from the heart that she’d be left to suffer a slow, painful death. He heard the ping of the arrow as it left the bow, rocketing towards Sienna from within the night, and he’d never felt more helpless.

Even with a Ruby Wolf to support him, Kieran struggled. I stepped forward, letting my shielding spell fall away. "Perhaps I can help with that." They both whirled to face me. Kieran lunged forward, a growl rumbling from his chest, but Sienna grabbed his arm. "Who are you?" she asked. I lowered my hood, showing my face – and the black moon mark that curved across my left cheek. "I am Isolde Morwyn. The Black Moon Witch." Recognition flashed in Sienna's eyes. "You work for the Midnight Syndicate."

​Before Garrett’s blade could touch her skin, a massive, silver-furred body blurred through the steam. ​Gideon didn't strike Garrett; he threw his entire colossal frame directly across the iron platform, intercepting the five hundred imperial crossbow bolts that were unleashed the moment the Arbiter’s hand dropped. The rain of silver metal drove deep into the older brother's back, his silver fur instantly drenched in crimson as he collapsed across the platform floor, his massive paws framing Elara’s bare feet like a living shield. ​"Run... little sister..." Gideon’s internal voice printed onto her mind, weak, failing, yet humming with the final, absolute conviction of a true Blackwood protec

After a minute of silence, Alpha Jordan spoke. “We can look at an unofficial alliance for now. Tell me what you need, reinforcements, supplies or a safe haven for pack members in danger. We will help in every way we can.” Alpha Hudson stood up and took his hand. “I really appreciate it.” He said. “Since you’re the Alpha that registered Sally on the Blacklist, could you remove her from there as well?” Alpha Jordan asked. “It would make her transition to our pack a lot easier.” “I’ll get on that as soon as we get back to Red Ridge.” Alpha Hudson reassured. “We’ll just have to pray to the Moon Goddess that she’s alright.” Luke murmured.

From the thick underbrush where we hid, I spotted two sentinels standing motionless at the cave entrance. Their faces were completely covered by bone-masked hoods, their forms draped in ragged black robes. It was impossible to tell if they were male or female, if they were even werewolves at all. They didn’t move, not once. Not even when the air shifted with death. When night fell, Xareth moved like a whisper. He stepped forward, his black cloak merging with the darkness. His bow emerged in one fluid motion. He pulled two arrows, and fired in perfect unison.

She followed the trail until a blank chat box appeared with a single blinking cursor. User 97: Who is this? Her pulse jumped. She typed before she could second-guess herself. Aria M.: I need to know what the Black Circle wants with me. A pause. Then: User 97: You shouldn’t be on this channel. They’re already watching you. Aria’s breath caught. Aria M.: Then tell me why. User 97: Because your signature unlocks everything Blackwood owns. They call you the key. If they get you, he falls. If he keeps you, they come for you both.

Ronan’s reasonable whisper was prompt ignored when it reached my ears where I was hunched over the frail woman, tracing my fingers over her arms in an effort to calm her. This was all my fault. I did this to her…me. Tiny black threads seeped in from the corners of her eyes, making the elite wolves who stood the closest gasp. Black arts. Did she have confessor powers too? No…no, that couldn't be. Confessor powers were bright white…black had to mean something else…something from The Darkness. “What on earth?” Laziel’s cold hiss came above me and a second later, a wide circle had cleared around us…the other wolves terrified of his rage.

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

"The bad energy is strong, but it will be gone soon. I promise." Shaken, I retreated. I couldn't fight her physically. I had to understand. I focused not on attacking, but on listening. I pushed my awareness towards her, past her polished surface. The flashes were jarring. Raw emotions, jagged images. A deep, bitter resentment towards our mother. A burning fury—she had been passed over, deemed unworthy of the Siren's legacy that flowed in our veins. And then, a hungry need—a vision of me, of Elara, our potential power swirling around us like a visible mist, something she desperately needed to grasp, to claim, to consume.