Marvel Sirens Novels & Stories

The air was sweet, filtered through an advanced botanical system that used the lavender fields above as a natural lung. "She’s restless today, Leo," a voice crackled over the intercom. Siren stepped into the lab, her cybernetic eye now a soft, steady amber. She no longer wore the tactical leather of a pirate; she wore the functional silks of a woman who had traded the high seas for the high-security of the world’s most important secret. "She isn't restless," Leo said, his eyes never leaving the data streams. "She’s calculating the impact of the new desalinization project in the Sahara. She’s rerouting the Ouroboros ‘ghost-funds’ to cover the energy costs. She’s being efficient."

It consisted of Beauty, me, Kalamar, another Mystic named Nonia, Zion, Angel, her mates, six vampires with elemental abilities, six powerful Fae that included two healers, and three sirens. Side note: Sirens were brutal fighters. Certainly, something you never wanted to fucking cross. We were all wearing the uniforms that I had worn when we went to save Lilac. Not everyone had them, but everyone had some variation of it unless they opted for something else. Some would be fighting in their secondary forms, so it all depended on what they needed. The plan was for our main group to go through the portal and get into position. Then Dahlia would hack us through to Calvin’s phone. Beauty and I wou

Aislen’s plea was directed at Niarthen and was sharp with fear. The Mer man’s expression was one of concern and confusion. It was not what he had expected either, Sigrid realized, her eyes returning to the Sirens. Niarthen had believed that the Sirens were there to subdue and restrain Leighton and his wife, however, someone higher ranked had issued different instructions to the Sirens. They had come with the intention of destroying Leighton and his wife. And they were succeeding. Verina’s skin had begun to blister and flake away.

I repeat, too slowly. Hal nods. “Yep. Two days off.” “Oh.” I force a shrug. “Okay.” But nothing is okay. Giovanni didn’t tell me himself. He didn’t text me and he didn’t say why and that hurts in a way I wasn’t prepared for. *** The stage lights are blinding when I walk in, and the LED screens are already alive with my face—frozen mid–high note, sweat-sheened, intense. Maribel notices me first. “There she is!” she sings, clapping once. “La diosa herself!”

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

won't he scoffs ' fine then' I say. I wrap my right arm to his neck in a tight neck hold causing both of us to fall on the ground, I punch his stomach from the side he lets go of me and I quickly roll away from him to get up he grabs my shoulder trying to pull me back I grab his arm and flip him over my shoulder towards the ground and I go on top of him 'don't under estimate the power of THE Venom Vixen sweet heart' I say, I get off of him and put my hand out to help him get up. We continue walking and we get to JC's car. He droves off and we head towards Saratoga which was about a 45 minute drive 'so you really aren't going to tell me where we are going?' I ask 'you'll see when we get ther

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."

The air itself seemed to recoil as their predatory instincts surfaced. Valia almost laughed. They had heard the whispers of the Tungsten Pack and yet lifted their blades all the same. A pity, really. Luck had abandoned them, and she wasn't feeling generous. A primal growl tore through her throat before she lunged forward, her movements a blur of teeth and talons. The Sirens' attack unit moved as one, males and females alike, their bodies sleek and strange. Spears hummed with enchantment, swords shimmered with liquid light, and their voices rose into a deadly symphony as they matched forward

They said, in unison, but snapped their heads the other way as if they heard something. Blaze was confused because he couldn’t see or hear anything besides the storm that was raging. The twins frowned squinting their eyes like they were trying to see something. Their eyes grew wide and they turned to Blaze. “You need to get back inside and have all your men stuff their ears with whatever you can find including the little ones, NOW!” They said. “What why? What’s going on? Who is it?” Blaze asked, confused. “You have Harpies and Sirens heading this way. They must be after the girl, for the bounty.” They said, as they pulled their weapons. “How is it possible that Sirens are here? They are some