Siren: Blood Curse Novels & Stories

moon goddess’s magic. To permanently lift this Blood curse, I would need to use every ounce of strength I possessed.With his eyes flaming crimson, Dimitri collapsed to his knees. Every wolf in the Blood Moon pack heard and responded to his heart-stopping cry. They were being disconnected from their Alpha’s life energy, proving that the spell was effective. Dimitri moaned, gritting his teeth despite the agony that threatened to shatter him. Indeed. It was finished! Now that the entire pack had been unlinked from Dimitri, I had the opportunity to lift the curse on her before the Blood Moon vanished.To break the curse, I muttered the spell I discovered in the book of shadows: “Finit vez uño re

Fury blazed in his eyes, making the goldeb eyes turn brighter. "What have you done?" he hissed. I pressed myself against the wall, cradling my bitten wrist. "I didn't do anything!" "Liar!" He pointed at the dead Ancient. "Your blood killed him! The blood moon curse..." Another Ancient stepped forward. "It's the only explanation, Elder Alaric. Her blood has been cursed." Alaric's face contorted with rage. "Who did this? Who placed the curse?" "I don't know what you're talking about!" I shouted, and it was the truth. I had no idea my blood could kill, no idea what this blood moon curse was.

I heard silent whispers and muffled sounds. “We can’t do that to her. That’s unlike us,” Lucien’s voice echoed through the door. “We have no choice. Aurora’s blood is our only option,” Damion said, his voice calm and nonchalant. “Do you see what is happening? We shall be consumed by the curse soon if we don’t do this by the coming full blood moon,” Sera spoke. Her ever seductive voice ripped through the thick mahogany door. I walked through the doors and their eyes met mine.

A gigantic stone door that was painted gold with mini-statuettes of the ancient beast, the kirin and various symbolic carvings stood in their way. The travellers understood from Xiyu’s explanation of the mechanics behind the access door that only her blood was able to open the door. She believed that because she was a descendant of Muxue Yan, her blood was worthy enough. Dongyue felt his chest ache slightly upon seeing her bite hard on her finger to yield a few drops of blood, which she smeared on one of the mini-statuettes. This, she confirmed, was what was required to open the door.

I have never heard that wolf blood can heal the life of a siren! "Yes!You are immortal.Maybe we can try, even if it's just a try!Please!"I'm about to cry. In desperation, Black Wolf Baker could only bite his wrist, and then stretched his bloody wrist to the mouth of the siren Aurora.The blood blurred her lips, and she did not respond.Until time passed for a long time, finally, the siren Aurora's lips opened slightly, and she began to suck the blood from Black Wolf Baker's wrist, from slow to rapid, and finally became greedy and unsatisfied devouring.

I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries. Songs are passed down through the Siren’s family. Like with all being the s

Nothing could get in—or out. "There's one way," Kieran said quietly. "The curse." I understood immediately. "Your curse was created with Ruby Wolf blood. It might be able to counteract my barrier." "But the curse is tied to the moon," Ronan pointed out. "And tonight is the Blood Moon. If Kieran triggers the curse here..." "I could lose control completely," Kieran finished. "But it's our only chance." Sienna's POV I felt something change in Kieran. His energy changed, becoming wilder, darker. He was accessing his curse—voluntarily.

Still at Teatro Della Notte, the silence after death was always loudest. The stage was still slick with blood - black, steaming, and unnatural - but none of them moved. Not even Selene, whose fingertips hovered inches from the cursed violin again. “The violin’s cry…” she murmured, her voice distant, like it was trapped in a memory she hadn’t consented to remember. “It’s not just cursed, it summons. That’s what it was designed for... The Blood Sorrow Song - yhe perfect trifecta.”

She reaches beneath it and retrieves a small vial—black glass, sealed with a metal stopper etched with runes that sting my eyes to look at. “What’s that?” I ask, though the answer already coils in my chest. “A weapon,” Selene replies. “One that exploits the curse in Raiden’s blood.” I step closer, breath shallow. She holds the vial up between us, and inside I see a liquid darker than ink, moving like smoke and shadow trapped in water. “Pour this on him,” she says softly, “and the curse will rise. It will devour him from within. No power of his, no control, no moonlight will suppress it. It would make the curse stronger, worst”

I trace the black threads and follow where they stretch beyond him, thin but real, like wires running out of a house into the dark. They lead somewhere. They lead to blood. To shared blood. To Arin. Darius grabs my wrist. “Do not freeze on me. Say it.” “The curse,” I say, and my voice sounds wrong to my own ears, “it is anchored.” “Anchored to what?” I meet his eyes. “Your bloodline.” Silence fills the room so fast it feels heavy. “That is vague,” he says finally, and his voice is too calm now, which is worse than yelling. “Be specific.”