Musa Sirenix Novels & Stories

"Blessed by the Gods of Sun and Moon, Hymir, your glory, and prosperity, Envied by faraway lands, Touched by the blessed hues of the sun, Embraced by the serene darkness of the night, Guided by the wings of Fiachra, May you live long over time." Morrigan started to sing the anthem of Hymir as she slowly lost her voice. She sat on the ground and leaned her body on the mound. She continues to hum the anthem with great familiarity, closing her eyes, her humming fades as she drifts to slumber, her body heavy from tiredness and a slight fever running on her system. Morrigan's body had suffered from drastic changes throughout the week. Her eyes had evident dark circles caused by the lack of sleep

He could breathe fire and also breath ice. Lastly was a pure white dragon, the smallest of the three. The young dragon did not land on the ground before transforming and launching herself at one of the twins. Mist was hyperactive, being the last born of prince Xander/Malachai, she was the last of the three musketeers. Ah yes, the Musketeers. A werewolf princess, a dragon princess and a royal nagini. Emerson, Mist and Mya were destructive when put together. Mist was the youngest of the three, Emerson being fourteen, Mya thirteen and Mist, twelve.

Felt it sense her. Ryder braced himself. “If you mark one of us, you mark both. You know that.” Lunaris smiled, a slow, terrifying expression. “Exactly.” Sienna stepped back. “Don’t. Don’t touch him.” “Sienna,” Ryder whispered, reaching back blindly for her, “stay behind me.” But the goddess would not be stopped by the touch of mortals. “Sienna Vale,” Lunaris said softly, as if reciting a verdict, “bearer of my echo, vessel of my will, heir to the Silver Moon.”

"A flagship?" I whispered, the word feeling like lead on my tongue. "They’re turning the Earth into a ship?" "Not just a ship," Fenris said, his face illuminated by the flickering red status screens. "A **Dreadnought**. They’ve realized that the 'Intersection'—this hybrid of magic and data—is the perfect fuel. They aren't going to process us one by one anymore. They’re going to fuse the entire biosphere into a singular, sentient engine."

“But why are they searching for me… I did nothing to them.” Ophelia paused, then said quietly, “You are the heir. You’re the Alpha of Nightshade.” The word hit harder than anything else. Is he an heir? He felt it… something curled in his chest. Something unfamiliar. His fingers twitched as he shook his head slightly.

“That would be my mother.” I swallowed my half-chewed food and cracked open the can of soda. The carbonation crackled across my tongue, and I winced. It was so fucking sweet. I ran my tongue over my teeth, wishing I had a damn toothbrush. A quick glance around my cell told me there were no cameras. Why would they need them when a guard walked by every five minutes? “Your mother is Alpha Lyra.” “Yes.” “And Phineas has your sister. Maisie, right?” I took another drink, cringing at the taste. “The girl that ripped my mate-bond with Nox to shreds.”

Osiris frowns, but takes a seat, his eyes fixed on Nero, bracing himself for what comes next. “Nero found out something about Morana,” I start, trying to ease into the conversation, “about her wolf.” Osiris’s brow furrows in confusion. “Morana? What about her wolf?” “It’s not just her wolf, Osiris,” Nero takes over. “When I used my Alpha Sight on Morana, I found out that there’s something attached to it called a Meraloth—an ancient entity that feeds on memories. And we believe it’s responsible for the memory losses both you and Camellia experienced.”

He rat. "How? Just because you don't settle well with him doesn't make him my enemy. I am allowed to get involved with" He cut me off. "You are most certainly not." "What is your problem? I thought you were different from the others. I am well aware that your siblings aren't really welcoming of the idea of me and Sage, but for God's sake, won't you at least let me be?" I breathed out in frustration. "Lyra You don't get it, do you? You're Sage's Luna now. Being a Mickleson means any enemy of ours remains your enemy."

I'm at peace with our decision but I hate seeing my friends suffer. "Damn you, take me!" I yell to the sky. Magic bursts behind me but I don't look back. Lightning strikes again and hits Ashrac. His body is tossed high and I have hope that the Goddess has taken our offer and will save him. His dragon explodes from his human body with a burst of light that's impossible to look at. "Ahhhh, hell," screams Sarn and the magic behind me bursts again. I dare to glance back. Sierra and Sarn are the most incredibly brilliant purple dragons. "What the hell," I mutter.

"You dare disturb the peace of the DYNATO ASÍMI FOUNTAIN! State your business or die in the hands of the white snake!" One of the serpents yelled, her nostrils fuming. "Please! We mean no harm. I am Amethyst Corvus, The Black Rose of Queen Nerida's daughter, Melpomene O'Nixie. We are here to seek your guidance for the journey to deliver the siren home!" Swiftly bowing her head and getting on her knees, Amethyst elucidated as she shouted from the depths of her lungs. The creatures whom she had travelled with followed by example and made the same manoeuvre which she had made.