Musa Sirenix Novels & Stories

She just smirked at him. ‘Baby... you triggered him,’ Drake commented through her mind. ‘But keep up the excellent work, my stray. Be a queen.’ "Why are you trembling, Sultan?" "That’s Cadmus, my stray; he’s the leader of the elites," Drake informed "Oh, he’s scary, so you know," Emily replied. Emily watches how they throw questions at the Sultan about traitors. "Are you perhaps a traitor of this kingdom? Are you involved with Bella? " Additionally, Taurus asks,

The others eyed Zierno and Edward’s garb greedily. But not this one. He’s shrewd. When he only stared at them, one thief prompted him. “Demitri?” The leader turned to the rest. “Get Sirus.” Another nodded and rode back into the trees. Sirus? What’s a ‘Sirus’? Zierno groaned inwardly. Riding back for someone meant they had a camp close. Edward was perceptive enough to shoot him a worried look. Don’t start whining again. Zierno willed.

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

Kael immediately went to Seris who was looking weak as well. “You good?" Kael asked. “Check on Alpha Devean" Seris said as she nodded. Celestia immediately went to Seris as she carried Sequoia. Catherine, who was a sobbing mess, went and hugged Seris crying. “Who are you” Alpha Kai asked. “My name is Seris Mahina, the vessel of the moon goddess, a knight of Alpha King Kael and the wolfless bitch of the Silver Pack.” Seris said as Kyle and Estella's faces immediately turned pale.

My head turns to see a women standing by the door, her long straight black hair and pale skin standing out against the beige behind her as she sends a smile my way. “You are Geminie Starlite, Daughter of Maverick Starlite - Alpha of the Norther Snow - and Lisandra - our current Moon Goddess.” … “Let me get this straight.” I start, running my fingers through my greasy hair and cringing at the feel of my locks. I am in desperate need of a shower but with my mind racing a million thoughts, I need to sort out the information I had just learnt first.

Two fluffy silver fox ears sprouted atop his head like mischievous antennae of divine gossip. “Oh no no no—!” he gasped, quickly slapping a leaf on his head with practiced panic. The leaf shimmered once, and the ears vanished. He looked around, cheeks puffed in embarrassment. Good. No witnesses. Not even that creepy vending machine ghost. Yin coughed, smoothing down his hair with faux dignity. “Anyway, yes. She’s definitely the one. Nexus’s whole ‘the land shall choose the spirit-bearing flame born in rust’ nonsense? Yeah. Selena literally works in Vermillion Cyberspace. Couldn’t get more prophetic if it slapped us.”

Nora held the bone-and-cedar flute as if it were a live coal, while Elia gripped the amber-encased data-cube, her eyes scanning the scrolling code only she could truly decipher. ​High above, the sky began to ripple. The "High-Board" wasn't a fleet of ships; it was a Celestial Presence. A massive, geometric shadow—the Dyson-Siren’s primary relay—began to eclipse the moon. It was a cold, golden eye in the dark, and its gaze was focused entirely on the small, bleeding island in the Pacific.

The Ferryman’s ever-present sunglasses had slipped down his nose, his easygoing demeanor replaced by sheer, gritted exertion. The deep blue light in his eyes flared as he commanded the ambient moisture in the cavern. He compressed thousands of gallons of sewer water into a dense, solid block of hydrostatic pressure directly against the gate. Hydrokinesis was traditionally an art of fluidity and redirection, but Musa was forcing the water to act as a concrete wall. It was a battle of raw physics, and he was losing. "Get them back!" Baraka shouted, turning toward Mama Zuri. "Move everyone into the deep tunnels!"

Charles found the courage to speak again after getting hissed at. Jenatrix kept her glowing eyes on her phone. “Princess Death Row, my boss, sends me to abduct world leaders on every planet she destroys.” There was still a nasty inflection in Jenatrix’s sexy voice. “My boss sells people as drug shipments. She sends her men, including me, to a planet to abduct people and kill them so she can take their bodies and convert them. She sends me from one Earth to another abducting world leaders and shipping them to one of her facilities so a Boneseeker Man can convert their bodies. Sometimes she gives us permission to kill the people we abduct for her.”

I make a series of phone calls through the VPN Gamma Reggie provided until I finally track down the witch in question. “Sora Mirabella, thank you for speaking with me. My name is Musu Goba. I am sorry to hear of the loss of your Sisters.” “Renounced Beta Musu Aamina Goba, thank you for speaking with me.” The woman on the other end has a thick accent that may be Hungarian. There is a low tone to her voice that sounds like an oboe. She knew my former title and middle name. Impressive. She must be extremely powerful to discern that sort of information about my spirit. “My apologies for making you search for my audience. I’ve been hiding. I hope you understand.”