Siren: Blood Curse Novels & Stories

Then a single word appeared, glowing faintly on the rippling water: Blood. Darian stiffened. “What does it want?” Serenya stepped forward, heart hammering. “It wants mine.” Kaelen grabbed her arm. “No.” His voice was sharp, almost desperate. “You don’t know what giving it will do.” She pulled free, though her hand lingered against his. “If my blood carries both the curse and the key, then only my blood can unlock the Legacy.” Without waiting, she drew a dagger from her belt. The metal caught the pale light as she pressed it against her palm. The blade bit into her skin, a thin line of crimson welling up. She let the drops fall into the pool.

Eyes glinting in the shadows, silent, patient. Lila’s hand went to her wrist, feeling the faint pulse of the sigil — still warm, still alive. She looked at Cole, determination blazing in her eyes. “We have to be ready. Whatever comes next… we face it as one.” The wind picked up again, carrying whispers through the trees. This time, the voice was neither Selene’s nor the curse’s — it was older, colder, and filled with malice. “Your love may have survived this night,” it hissed. “But the Blood That Binds… will claim its due.”

Serenya could only stare, frozen between dread and recognition. The figure opened its mouth—and the voice that emerged wasn’t Maelis’s. It was older. Deeper. “Blood of the first moon,” it said, echoing through every corner of the ruin, “the curse begins again.” The light cut out. Darkness swallowed everything. The silence that followed the light was deafening. Dust hung in the air like fog. Kaelen blinked hard, his vision swimming with afterimages of silver. Somewhere in the darkness, stone cracked and shifted.

He is the one who cursed you. Siron looked from the wounded and angry Morat to the cunning and tempting Alaric, to the dying Priest Gideon. She was alone. Trapped. Then, something inside her rebelled. Exhaustion. Anger. At all of this. At the curse, at the ghosts, at these terrible choices. “STOP IT ALL!” she shouted again, and this time, she didn’t just speak with her mouth. She screamed with her soul, with the bond, with her cursed blood.

He told me about the Moon Bane—and about Sirella. His bastard daughter. The Moon Bane wasn’t just something that tricked your foe to be your mate . It is a blood curse, passed down through generations, waiting in silence until something woke it up. It didn’t appear in just anyone. It had to be triggered. And now, for some reason, it had awakened in Sirella now. I exhaled slowly, staring at the fire crackling in the hearth. While Shadows flickered along the walls, stretching, shifting. The room felt colder despite the warmth of the flames.

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.”

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

It was unusual for Ethan to be so expressive, even to laugh so loudly. "Well you don't know William, Leona. William Redorge. A very famous action film actor and-" "Yeah I know that. He's a famous actor, and?" "Come on, Ethan! Let's go quickly!" interrupted William. Ethan cleared his throat. After that he rose from his position. "Okay, Miss Russell, looks like I have to go now, before the ferocious wolf attacks me," said Ethan. William glared at his cousin and assistant. Ethan could always call him a 'wolf' in front of Leona. What if the girl gets suspicious?