Siren: Blood Curse Novels & Stories

Suddenly, from the corner of the room, their mother’s voice rose in a broken wail. “Carla! Don’t take one of my children. It’s just me… It’s just me. Don’t make them suffer!” The plea cut through the air like a knife, raw and pleading. Their mother’s eyes were wide with terror, her bound hands twisting against the ropes as she rocked back and forth. The name “Carla” hung in the room like a summoned ghost, a tangible thread linking the present torment to the sins of the past. Eloise and Elena exchanged a glance heavy with shared dread—the curse was stirring again, drawing closer, its tendrils reaching for what little they had left.

"He's our alpha. Our leader. Alphas have the power to turn humans. The rest of us are betas, and you are too, now." "I don't understand," I said shakily. "We're werewolves, Hosanna. And you've gotta keep that a secret, you hear me? I've got some contacts for you to hide your eyes." He plucked a lens out of his eye, revealing a burning gold iris. I gasped, flinching. He laughed at me. "What? Yours look just like mine now. So you've gotta wear these contacts to make them look brown, yeah? If you don't, the police will shoot you."

THE MOON CURSE Death…… She had no idea if it was just her, but Shirley could feel she could hear death's voice. Feel it hovering in the atmosphere, with its sharp claws and fangs looking for the next person to take along with her. She had felt it that night, a few weeks ago, minutes before her best friend died. Anita……

The Wyres adopted it years ago when they were cursed, turning to a new Goddess to worship. “They have chosen this cord, colored like blood, to represent the life that has been lost. And for the life that will no longer be wasted. As their hands are tied, we remember that these ties are not to bind, but to strengthen the vow of their commitment to themselves and their people.

"Huh? Cursed? What do you mean?" "To get the Aqua Siren, we need to break the curse. The curse is the three sea witches that lure men. No one can kill them before since no one did try to fight them at the bottom of the sea. But that is their weakness. They were killed and the curse was broken and Aqua Siren was set free." Gen told me a story. I couldn't remove the frown from my forehead. I was very confused. I didn't think it was like that! I thought it was them. That's why it's surprising that it's the same thing we're looking for. Maybe instead of saving us, we might even be killed

My mark pulsed under my skin in violent agreement. The seer’s head snapped up. “That’s where it started,” she said. “Before Aria. Before Damon. Before this generation. The old queen’s curse. The first burning. The initial bargains between hybrid blood and witch circles.” “Bloodthorn still feeds the curse,” Alden read again from the anonymous note. “But it was born here.” “In those hills,” Rian said quietly. “In those shrines.” “Then that,” I said, pressing my hand more firmly to the marked region, “is where we finish it.”

Elder Rowan, Elder Mira, and Alpha Killian stood around the long table, staring at an object placed in the center. When Killian lifted his eyes to meet hers, Selene felt the weight of trouble immediately. “We found this at dawn,” Killian said. Selene stepped forward and stared at the object. It was a small glass vial filled with dark red liquid. A thin thread of silver shimmered inside the blood, moving slowly like smoke trapped underwater. Her breath caught. “This is not normal blood.” “Not normal at all,” Elder Mira said. “It carries traces of a binding curse.”

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

"Because you have to kill the giver. And depending how strong they are—which if they're delivering a dark curse, they're likely stronger than anything you've seen—then, it'll be one h*ll of a fight." Waverly slowly nodded, taking in the information. "So, how would you do it then? If you were to try to break it?" Katia inhaled sharply. "If you had the guts to do it, then you'd have to destroy the giver's main power source." "Which for a song curse, would be the voice." Katia nodded. The voice—in order to kill the siren, Waverly had to attack her where she would feel it the most.

As the roars of the pack faded behind us, I shifted Lily in my arms and began walking toward the main house with my father beside me, Elvin, Zion and Army followed quietly behind, and I was still carrying Lucas’ severed hand. The night felt heavy, like the air itself was holding its breath. We were only a few steps from the house when a soft, dragging sound echoed from the darkness. The Moon Seer stepped out from the shadows. Her long black gown brushed the ground as she walked toward us and her eyes were half‑closed, as if she was listening to something far away… something only she could hear. She stopped in front of us and lifted her head slowly. Then she spoke. “There is a blood curse upo