Black Siren Arrowverse Novels & Stories

He heard his father resorted with frustration in his voice. “Dear, you shouldn’t be here. Go back to your room.” His mother hurriedly whispered when she noticed him listening to their conversation. “Wait, did you just say men in black?” Hyde resorted when he came back to his senses. His companion didn’t speak but answered him with a mere nod. “Oh, and one more thing, she also said that one of them has some kind of black bird tattoo on the neck.” Hyde was stunned when he heard about the tattoo. He’s certain, that the deceased man was one of them—or just a scapegoat.

Still hunting. And now she had someone to protect. Someone who looked at her as if she were worth following. No pressure. The trees started thinning ahead. Aria slowed. Held up a hand for Kira to stop. Voices. Male. Multiple. "—shouldn't even be out here. This is Blackwater territory." "Council orders override territory rules. You know that." "Still feels wrong. Hunting a girl." "She's not a girl. She's a threat. Killed Alpha Ronan with dark magic. You saw the bodies."

Matthias is all that and more to the Pack and to the Alpha. My father nods and places his finger on the intercom. "Thank you. Please escort her in." A few moments pass in tense silence until Matthias opens the door to the office, Layla trailing behind him with her hands clasped in front of her. He places his hand on her back and guides her in. "Sit." He growls at her and for a split second of weakness, I almost feel kind of bad for the she-wolf. You won't be able to find a single wolf in Blackwater who isn't more than fond of Willie. She is fated to be our next Luna after all, even though she isn't yet aware.

it was the same voice the Whisperer had used when controlling Kit. “You,” Siron growled. “Me? I’m Alaric. But you can call me... Ari.” He winked his silver eyes. “A younger, fresher version. Thanks for the clean ley line, by the way. Helped me maintain this form.” “Where is my mother?” Siron asked, trying to see into the room. “She’s fine. Sleeping.” Ari stepped aside, allowing them to look. Siron’s mother lay quietly in bed, looking peaceful. But beside her sat Gideon. Gideon’s face was blank, his eyes closed, and a faint silver light seeped from his eyelids.

Across the forest, Saris felt the shift. She stood in her obsidian sanctum, a model of her Circle burning on the table before her. When the deer knelt to Ari, the flame in her pendant hissed. She stared at it. And smiled. “Let her build it,” she whispered. “Let her try.” She walked to the wall of living bark part of the forest she had bound to her will. “Ready the twins,” she said. “Send in the Choir.” A soldier bowed. “They won’t survive a direct strike.”

The shattered silver gate crashed across the sanctuary floor like thunder. Dust exploded into the glowing air as the execution hunters stormed into the underground city with terrifying discipline. Unlike the ordinary council forces above, these wolves moved without hesitation or fear, their black armor covered in ancient markings specifically designed to suppress Lunar bloodlines. Silver chains hung from their belts beside crescent-shaped blades glowing faintly beneath the sanctuary light. And every single one of them stared directly at Aria. The leader stepped forward first, tall and broad-shouldered, with a scar running across one eye and a long silver spear resting in his hand. His expres

Inability or unwillingness, I'm unsure which. Floating in and out of awareness, I fight like hell to regain my bearings when I hear Piper breaking down. I see her between the slits sobbing into her hands; my brother's arms are wrapped around her to keep her from sinking. Reaching toward her in an effort to comfort her, I start to fall.

Seraphina had been nine - Now, she was twenty-two, and the world knew her by a different name: The Shadow Siren. No one saw her face. No one knew where she came from. Only that she arrived like a shadow, killed like a shadow and left like she was never there. She was always cloaked in black and gold, her voice was rarely heard and her methods swift and merciless. In this world where demons wore human faces and walked among men— The Shadow Siren was a legend and a nightmare all in one. She was no ordinary agent. She worked off the grid, under a silent branch of the Division. No records. Just the name— The Order. Only the mark she carved onto her prey. A scythe, etched in blood always found on

They were well dressed but not uncomfortably so. The werewolf was much taller than any she-wolf Chloe had ever seen. Chloe was instantly reminded of the tales of Amazonian warriors who were regarded for their beauty, strength and combat abilities. There was nothing but muscle on this female and yet she was beautiful with her eyes and thick long hair the same colour black of espresso coffee. Bronze skin peeked out from under the black uniform she was wearing that hugged her trim figure like a second skin. Chloe could tell this she-wolf was not to be messed with and yet her luscious lips were tilted into a friendly smile that even the coldest of hearts couldn’t resist. It took a few moments to

“This way, he survives without me. The sharper his edges, the fewer cracks Siren can use.” Her hand trembled when she killed the feed. She set the mug down before she spilled it. Aria didn’t miss it. “One day,” Aria said quietly, “you’re going to have to admit you miss him.” “Missing him isn’t useful,” Lys said. “That’s not the same as untrue,” Aria replied. Before Lys could answer, a sharp spike cut across her inner display—an alert Aria hadn’t triggered. System ping. Origin: Siren primary grid.