Siren Novels Novels & Stories

Predictable people are easy to follow. I put down the phone and lay back on the bed. The ceiling has a water stain shaped like a lung. I stared at it until my vision became blurry. “Alice, who should I trust?” The room doesn't answer. But somewhere in the distance, a siren wails. And I closed my eyes, falling asleep. ————— The sounds of the busy streets woke me up. Not the gentle kind of waking, the kind with birds and soft light and the luxury of slow breathing. This was the Westbrook kind. Sirens in the distance. A truck backfiring.

“Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.” He had the analogy all wrong. She wasn’t the eye of the tempest. She was the storm, wiping out everything in her path, destroying the lives of those she loved. Abby stirred. “You’re comparing me to a monstrous sea nymph—a siren with a flayed soul that sits on a heap of decaying bones and lures any mortal who sails by with a bewitching song. You may be right.” “Baby, no—”

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

The air was sweet, filtered through an advanced botanical system that used the lavender fields above as a natural lung. "She’s restless today, Leo," a voice crackled over the intercom. Siren stepped into the lab, her cybernetic eye now a soft, steady amber. She no longer wore the tactical leather of a pirate; she wore the functional silks of a woman who had traded the high seas for the high-security of the world’s most important secret. "She isn't restless," Leo said, his eyes never leaving the data streams. "She’s calculating the impact of the new desalinization project in the Sahara. She’s rerouting the Ouroboros ‘ghost-funds’ to cover the energy costs. She’s being efficient."

I don't want the history, I need to know how to end this" she yelled furious and threw the book away. Two hours ago, she met Lucian and he looked like life had been drained out of him, not having his mate back affected him greatly and he was a mess. She had promised him that she would find a solution and he counted on her for that, reading through the books was her first option yet she felt like she wasn't getting anything from the books to help him. She picked up another book and a paragraph caught her attention, "There is only one way to kill the Sirens, by burning the host on fire" she read. "No No, That's gonna kill her" she yelled furiously sending a shock wave out of her body, the book

Seraphina had been nine - Now, she was twenty-two, and the world knew her by a different name: The Shadow Siren. No one saw her face. No one knew where she came from. Only that she arrived like a shadow, killed like a shadow and left like she was never there. She was always cloaked in black and gold, her voice was rarely heard and her methods swift and merciless. In this world where demons wore human faces and walked among men— The Shadow Siren was a legend and a nightmare all in one. She was no ordinary agent. She worked off the grid, under a silent branch of the Division. No records. Just the name— The Order. Only the mark she carved onto her prey. A scythe, etched in blood always found on

The hot water runs through my long auburn hair, rinsing away the sand that has blown into it. Odessa is showing the strain on this job. None of us thought such a pampered little ‘princess’ would be so good at covering her tracks and staying at least three steps ahead of us. It is our name and reputation on the line now. If her father hadn’t specifically told us he wants her home alive, it would be my song she would hear, as it lulled her to an early grave. The water is hot on my skin and the layers of dirt and sweat turn the water brown around my feet. All the people I have killed float back into my head when I’m alone, especially in the quiet midnight hour. I screw my eyes closed and push t

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,

Then I stand outside the apartment complex, waiting for him to pick me up. My eyes light up as I notice his mini car with the police siren and lights on top of it. It drives through the lanes of the apartment complex and stops in front of me. I hold the door handle and pull it to open the door, only to notice a few books on the passenger's side seat. He moves them aside so I can take a seat. The car is a bit cramped inside, too little, but it leaves me so near him. I sit and keep my hands on my lap to myself, yet I feel his arm against me when he switches the gears. Oh my god, I can die!

She's the definition of type-A but not in the way Cam was before her attack. She's a listener and an observer, but when she does have something to say, stop and take note, because it's important. Other than Charlie, she's the quietest of the group, at least when a large number of people are around. Just the two of us, and she could talk the horns off a billy goat, but I never tire of her voice. Hearing her laugh melts me into a puddle. I'm sure my brothers-and my parents for that matter-all assumed I'd marry someone like the girls I've always dated, but once you've spent time with a woman like Piper, there's no comparison. She has a heart of gold, and would do anything for anyone she's close