Siren Call Book Novels & Stories

Serenity turned off the music and walked inside the bathroom as she kept sweating all over. *Olivia Mini* She pulled down the box and poured out the whole content in it. Using her hand to search for the book she's looking for. She heaved a sigh of relief when she saw it. She sat on her bed with the book. PHONE BOOK was written boldly on the hard cover. She rushed to the clan general telephone and put the numbers in as she dialed the number. "Hello" she heard and smiled. "Who is this please ?" The voice asked.

"He also told me about akharus and usemis." "Just akharu and usemi. You don't say the 's.'" "Well, he told me about idimmu, too, these half-breeds. They are known by other names, too, like sirens. He said I was one, but different. And that you are like me." "A siren is a type of idimmu. A siren can force you to do or feel things that you don't want to. Peter thinks you are making me feel drawn to you."

He didn’t reply right away but enclosed me in his arms. “Can we now start all over again?” he asked, smiling through his tears. I nodded and smiled. And at that moment, I also sent a quick prayer for Zed that he could also move on and start over. THE END Author's note: Thank you so much for reading Book 1 and 2. Book 3 will follow and it will be a standalone story of Zed. We also want him to be happy, right? And if you like the story, please reward this author with a review. I wish to know your thoughts on the characters' journey. See you on their next journey.

Damon's fingers patiently played with strands of Sara's hair, stroking her with a tenderness that contrasted sharply with their wildness a short while ago. Bzzt… bzzt… The vibration of a phone on the nightstand broke the stillness. The screen glowed brightly, reflecting the name of the caller in the darkness: Iris. Damon glanced briefly at his phone, then frowned without the slightest intention of shifting or reaching for it. Instead, he tightened his embrace around Sara, as though the call meant nothing at all. Sara blinked, tilting her chin up slightly to look at Damon's face. “Your phone is ringing,” she whispered hoarsely, her voice still retaining its rasp from their encounter earlier.

The sharp cry of the siren had pierced into the depths of the eardrum like tens of millions of sharp thorns at the same time, and then reached the nerves of the brain. "Lift the spell!"I grabbed Black Wolf Baker's wrist and roared with all my strength, but he covered his ears with both hands, with a hideous expression on his face.My voice became extremely weak in the sound waves of the siren, and I even suspected that he could hear what I was saying at all."Black Wolf Baker is right next to me.

Lost. Desperate. Is he in there, begging for a break? Or is the demon trying to trick us? “Callie,” the demon says through Evander’s voice. “How nice of you to join us.” “Get out of him,” I snarl. “Go back to hell.” Tabatha stands in front of him, with a council member on each side. Ruby and Ruth stand behind him. Ruth holds a spell book and Ruby has two sage smudge sticks. A ring of salt has been poured around the chair Evander is tied in, with white candles around the perimeter.

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

Not for me. Wonderful. Three hours later, the music was a headache and my legs were cramping. I tossed the book back at her. "Seriously, Selene? My brain is melting." The book was a monstrosity. If there were four volumes before this, the world was truly lost. It was a literal manual on how to be a professional siren. Step-by-step instructions on how to hunt a male. Selene was staring out at the passing trees, her brown hair shielding her face. "Why am I reading this garbage?" I demanded, holding the book with two fingers like it was a rotting carcass.

We could deal with the rest of the world later. Last night was perfect. I smirk at the perfect memory that is now seared into my brain. Every moan and sigh is burned into my mind like a sirens song. I almost laugh. Callie isn't a siren. Selene is! But Callie is a witch. I suppose that means she has me under her spell... The way she quivered under my touch. The way she made my heart race with need from a single kiss. The way our bodies fit like two long lost pieces begging to be brought together.

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.