Siren Call Book Novels & Stories

Her pussy throbbed hard at the thought, another fresh trickle of wetness leaking out. When she opened her eyes, the decision was already made. She grabbed her phone, heart racing, and opened the chat with Barrister Mark. Her thumbs hovered for only a moment before she typed the words and hit send. "I need you" The message appeared on the screen, bold and irreversible. Sarah’s breath caught. She set the phone down on her chest, staring at it as if it might fucking explode. Her legs stayed spread, pussy still dripping onto the sheets, the anxiety and raw hunger twisting together inside her.

"Go back to your room. Calm down. We'll talk about this later when you're thinking clearly." I pushed myself up from the floor slowly and looked into their eyes. “You'll find out someday and you will regret.” I turned and dragged my aching legs back to my room. The door closed behind me, and the whole world went quiet. I scrolled to Professor Luciano's number. He used to be my professor. He thought very highly of me. The phone connected quickly. “Alessia,” the voice on the other end said, low and controlled. “I am glad you finally called.”

I’d bought it on a whim at a flea market, thinking it would make a quirky coffee table piece. Curiosity got the better of me. I flipped through the pages, smirking at the archaic language and diagrams of pentagrams. One ritual caught my eye: “Summoning the Spirit of Desire.” It promised to awaken hidden passions, to bring forth a being that could fulfill your deepest cravings. What harm could it do? It was probably just some New Age nonsense. I lit a few candles— vanilla-scented ones from the bathroom— and drew a crude circle on the floor with chalk I found in my art supplies. Chanting the words felt silly at first, my voice echoing awkwardly in the empty room. “Oh spirit of lust and fire, h

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

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

It didn't travel through the air, but spoke directly into their minds, deep and gritty, like stones grinding against one another. Siron swallowed hard, his throat dry. He glanced at Elara; her face was as white as chalk. Kit and Stefan were equally frozen. "I... I did," Siron finally said, his voice trembling. "I am the one who called." The hand slowly rotated, palm facing downward, as if 'looking' at Siron. The golden light spilling from the cracks in the stone grew more intense.

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

I glanced down at the page, there was a detailed sketch of Alura: a woman with long, tangled black hair, sharp nails and a smoke that looked more like a wound than a mouth. “How did they know that there would be a witch named Alura?” I asked, curious. “We have seers, they are the ones that see prophecies and then those prophecies are written down in case it doesn't happen in their lifetime.” “So, Ava has her own book?” I asked. “Yes, it's a page from this book, but we will see it when we are done here,” Bonnie said, and I nodded. “What is siren binding?” Ava asked as she traced one of the sketches that were in the book.

came the voice of Frank as he walked to one of the shelves. "Really?" Arianna said surprised and excited. "Yes," the man said, picking an old book and hobbling back towards her. "Here it is" Arianna looked at the book. It was Old and dusty, "What's this?" "it's called the summoning book" Frank said with a smile. Arianna looked confused. "I don't understand" "You said, you wanted a guardian to do you're most heart desired wish, you can summon one" his voice sounded like he was joking.

Maybe whoever compiled it wanted to make sure the file was only ever read once. Or maybe, all those years of working for The Viper were finally getting to me and I was crazier than I thought. Spider was glancing around for clues when my phone vibrated in my pocket. I had brought it because one of us needed to keep track of time. When I saw it was a call from Siren, my heart skipped another beat. This couldn’t be good. “Curtis is getting suspicious.” She whispered as soon as I answered the call. She must be in the bathroom because she was trying to keep her voice down.