Siren Angel Novels & Stories

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be

Sirens wailed in the distance, fading behind us. Angel stirred in my lap. A low, pained moan escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, seeing nothing. She whispered, the words slurred but clear with despair: “They took him… I couldn’t stop them…” My throat closed. I looked down at her battered face. “Who, Angel? Who did they take?” Her one good eye found mine for a fleeting second, filled with a bottomless grief. Then it rolled back, and she was out again. I looked at Anthony. His face was pale, streaked with grime and blood, his jaw a hard line. He wasn’t looking at the road ahead. He was staring back the way we had come, his eyes dark with a promise of violence.

The original peace treaty still lay in the position it had millenniums beforehand, untouched by visitors. Dusty pages flipped silently. Words flew threw his mind at inhuman speed. He had been reading about the unwritten rule of pureblood angels. These angels were to only be royalty, however it came with a deadly price. Many of these newborns were ticking time bombs of anguish and destruction, having the power to level entire cities. Some never made it past infancy. This caused a very large shortage in heirs to the throne, with only one child surviving every millennium.

"I wish I could be with you all the time, but things are complicated right now. Mommy loves you so much, and I'll always be here for you." Heaven's face contorted with sadness as Angel picked her up, carrying her away despite her tearful protests. My heart ached at the sight, but I couldn't let my emotions consume me. I met Angel's gaze briefly, a silent message passing between us—a mix of anger, pain, and determination. Misha, ever the loyal friend, leaned towards me, his voice filled with concern. "Selena, are you alright? Do you want us to leave?" I shook my head, my eyes still fixed on the retreating figure of Angel and Heaven. "No, Misha," I whispered, my voice filled with determination

"For the goodwill of heaven's council and by the votes of all fellow Angels, Laurent, is hereby relieved of his duties under the name of our lord, he has been exiled from the community of Angels and given the domain of fallen by the order of our lord. He may not hold any power over the godly actions taken by the Angels unless and until asked to do so. May lord give you his blessings." The announcer yelled out for everyone to hear. Laurent stood at the side clad in white, looking straight ahead, his yellow-green eyes cold as ice and hands wound behind his back like a soldier. His head held up, proud.

Grumbling under his breath Tristan turned and stalked toward a grouping of huts in the far side of the bailey. It was the early hours of the morning. The sun just rising when Miernephen heard the rumbling, echoing voice of one of the Water Princes. “Lust…” The Seringue turned bright orange on her arm, searing and hissing. She squealed behind her clamped lips. Sliding over the floor. Waking Zierno. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He rolled off his bedroll to scurry over to her on all fours. Seeing she was clearly in pain. Her skin flushed and her gold eyes burning to deep red. She bared her teeth. Hissing and writhing in anguish.

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

"What could that be? Amelia asked shivering. "The question is who could that be " Eric replied quiet unmoved by the gun shots. "It could be Derek, Samantos, Anna or anybody ". He took the fork and knife. He held the full chicken on one of the trays with the fork and cut it with the knife. He picked it with the knife into his mouth savoring every taste. "God please forgive me, holy Mart take control. Angel Micheal, son of God. I mean Angel Gabriel, the son of God, oh my fucking God, someone should just take control ". She was breathing heavily as she said the prayers.

This grand beauty felt just like the time I had with Victor; it was gorgeous but destined to disappear. As the fireworks neared their end, in the fading light, I caught sight of a familiar figure on the distant pier—Sophia. She stood there alone, the sea breeze lifting her long dress, like a mermaid princess waiting for her prince to save her. Almost at the same moment, I felt Victor’s phone vibrate lightly in his pocket. He glanced at it quickly, a flicker of unease crossing his face before he masked it. Then, he left a gentle kiss on my forehead.

They were supposed to start screaming her name and jumping excitedly, but none of that happened. With a heart of trepidation, she creaked the zinc front door open and stepped into the space they used as a living room. She was breathing heavily now, while her heart pounded against her ribcage, threatening to jump out. “Brianna!” she called out again. “Yea! We’re over here,” 13-year-old Brianna answered from somewhere inside the shack. Rebecca breathed a huge sigh of relief. Her siblings were good. Although they all didn’t answer, Brianna, their spokesperson had answered. It was a good sign.