Siren Gaming Novels & Stories

“I….I just-” What should I tell him? That I saw a fellow siren? I can’t. I can’t tell him what I think I saw or why I’m acting this way. He will think I’m crazy or turn on me. This pack doesn’t accept races other than humans, werewolves or Lycans. If I tell Cherum I think I saw a siren and I’m close to madness because I’m a siren too and miss the ocean, he will either have me committed, or thrown in prison. Lachlan will kill me before I can ever reject him and earn my freedom. My life will just be over, or worse. I could have to repeat this damned loop again. I may wake up on the day of my wedding to Lachlan again.

But the conditioning ran deep. "Hello?" I answered, tucking the phone between my shoulder and ear so I could keep typing. "Aria! Did you see my post?" Sienna’s voice was a sugar-coated frequency that set my teeth on edge. It was the voice she used when she wanted something. "I did," I said, my fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard. Clack-clack-clack. "Congratulations, Sienna. The ring is... substantial." "Isn't it?" She squealed. "Marcus has such good taste. He’s the CFO of NeXus Gaming, you know. You work with games, right? Maybe you've heard of it?"

“It sounds like you’ve stumbled upon something interesting. Where else can we look?” Jax grinned. “An elf there gave me information of an illegal auction house staged as a gambling den, right here on Lycan territory. It is said that siren blood flows freely through their thanks to the hostages they frequently auction off. Sirens captured and kidnapped from their territories or ones who have gone missing while venturing out.”

They had moved swiftly until it was my turn, they took me out of the box to show the audience, it was some sort of obnoxious crowd because they wore those long dresses and suits Avisa hates so much. “Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a real-life siren here with us,” the commentator says, I could feel my power return, seems they can’t surpass my power anymore. I had looked around to find a way out, but an angry face locked his eyes with me as a warning. “So, ladies and gentlemen, here is the main event,” the other man says, “a siren, we will start bidding at……” He doesn’t finish his sentence because he is attacked, I look in awe as the most beautiful pair of purple eyes lay eyes on me while tearing

For our next activity, we’re playing the truth or dare game by the bonfire before racing in the lake, and eventually retiring to bed. We’re now changed into our summer wear. I'm in a rosy colored bikini, baring a good hint of my pussy, and still hard nipples. I sit on the blanket, with the duvet intentionally covering my legs. Mason is in a pair of black shorts, shirtless. He joins me on the blanket, while Savy is humming by the fire, gently swaying her hips. She’s too hyperactive. “Me first!” Savy is high as fuck. She looks from me to Mason, waiting for her groundbreaking question.

"Am I dreaming? I was talking to him face-to-face, right? How can I be glitching?" Bell rolls her eyes at him. "You should should know not to listen to my idiot brother by now." I shrug at Max when looks at me next. "For once, your bossy girlfriend's got a point." Bell huffs and shoots me a glare filled with attitude. I'm really on her case today. "Toy, Simo tell you four times, Simo don't know what bland ice cream is!" Simo, frustrated, yells at Troy in his usual, squeaky voice. "What color?"

She slid it into the secondary port of my satellite terminal. The screen immediately flashed red, a wall of encrypted data streams cascading down the monitor like a waterfall of digital blood. Aria’s fingers flew across the keyboard, bypassing the security firewalls with a speed that made my own technical background look elementary. "Julian Sterling," she murmured, hitting a key. "Three offshore accounts in the Cayman Islands, all funded by illicit networks in Eastern Europe. If this drops to the federal prosecutors, he faces a life sentence in a maximum security facility by noon."

Geez, maybe I should be asking Sera about that. I got my phone and was about to call Sera when a notification popped out on my laptop. It was from a game named Lit Fire. The notification says that someone added me to be their friend. Aside from watching Chinese and Japanese Dramas, I also play Lit Fire, a US based game application on laptop or PC, which is a shooting game competing with other squads. The mission is to obtain number one rank in every game to earn multiple points gaining also the ranks as an individual player. I'm not bad at this, I ranked 66th as an individual player worldwide, not considering joining a squad because I think it would be complicated for me to be active in this

Slowly, my hands moved to the cursor and I tapped on the browser icon, cursing myself as I typed a name on the G****e search engine. Lucian Banks, potential heir of the Banks Legacy and CEO of Paragon Gaming. Paragon Gaming was formerly known as Enamor Gaming. The CEO of Enamor resigned and another smaller company acquired them and changed the name to Paragon which within six years grew to become the largest gaming company in Australia with its headquarters here in Melbourne. Their games were top-notch and madly loved by people. Especially the simulation game they made—Syntaxe—it made people crazy. “Geez!” I exclaimed. “Mr annoying is Paragon’s CEO? Jesus is Lord!”

Origin: Siren primary grid. Aria’s voice dropped. “That wasn’t us,” she said. “That’s—oh, hell.” New text scrolled into view, clean, and merciless in Mother’s preferred font: > **MOTHER CORE DIRECTIVE:** > **ALL ACTIVE SIREN ASSETS – STATUS: RECALL.** > **PURPOSE: RECONFIGURATION / OPTIMIZATION.** > **COMPLIANCE: MANDATORY.** The directive repeated, stamped with Elara’s personal signature. It wasn’t just aimed at collars; it threaded into deeper layers—sleep code in implants, hooks in shell companies, and tags in logistics software.