Siren Novels Novels & Stories

He deliberately blocked me behind with his body, as if I was something shady. I poked my head out and glanced at the two sirens in front of me, if I remember correctly.The female siren with anger burning in her eyes was once an admirer of Black Wolf Baker. Isn't the siren extinct in my memory?Could it be that the restart of the Dark Gate caused all the dead undead to be resurrected again? Oh damn it!I should have thought it would be like this a long time ago. "You didn't expect to meet me again!"The siren Aurora walked angrily in front of Black Wolf Baker, they were almost as tall.

She raised her chin in what looked like defiance, but was really an act of fortification for herself over what was to come, while their lustful eyes consumed her. “I’m first, this time,” Jeremiah muttered. “Tell me more about what you need,” he said as his lackeys stood so close behind her that she could feel their body heat on her back. “Not another clean up, I hope.” “I told you,” she grumbled. “My sister is missing and I need you to find her. Time is of the essence.” “It seems an odd thing for Sybil to send you to us to find a missing person. We usually work on more delicate and dire cases such as the one we just did for you. What is it about your sister being missing that makes it so

Lillie Damon stared out the window of her cabin. The lightning in the midnight sky illuminated the forest on Slaughter Hill. Wind hissed through the forests. Thunder rang with a loud explosion that echoed for miles. She was determined it was a suitable midnight to cast a spell upon her suitor Paul. She went into the shower. Lying down on the counter was a comb that Paul used to comb his hair. Lillie picked up the hair from his comb. Lillie stepped onto the back deck and cleaned the soil off the underside of his loafers. She continued into the backyard and ignited a picture of him and picked up the ashes. She was squatting on the floor with torches all around her. The gleam of the torches pro

My body felt so hot suddenly like someone was setting me ablaze. Breathing through my nose wasn't enough. My mouth parted on its own to let in more air. The question was so direct, so raw, so wicked "Answer me, Muna" He said my name again. That deep way he always said it. I had been tempted before to beg him to stop calling me like that, because every time he did my body reacted… But how could I explain that without sounding crazy? That his voice alone made me wet and needy?

But at what cost? As we drove away from the estate at sunrise, Elena’s head in my lap, sucking me lazily, I knew the real thriller was just beginning. Family blood. Shared sins. And a love so dark it might consume us both. The SUV tore down the back roads, sirens fading behind us as dawn painted the sky blood-red. Elena’s head bobbed in my lap, her warm, wet mouth working my cock with desperate skill. She took me to the hilt, throat bulging, gagging softly as I drove with one hand tangled in her black hair. Cum from the crypt still leaked from her holes, staining the leather seat.

Siren calms down, but she still feels on edge. As we got to the pack house. That bloody red car pulled up behind us. Siren gets agitated again, “Mate.” Siren yells in my mind. I looked over to see who she was talking about. It could be anyone in the car. All the doors open. Lastly, the driver opens his door and steps out of the car. “Mate,” Siren yells again.

"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."

I felt the pull of the villa behind me, the warm light from our bedroom a beacon of safety I was walking away from. Jurgina Bar’s flickering neon sign cast a sickly yellow glow on the street, illuminating a dark, peeling door. Inside, the noise was a physical thing, a cacophony of music, laughter, and slurred voices. The smell of stale beer and cigarette smoke clung to the air. I made my way to the second floor, my pulse a frantic drumbeat against my ears. The hallway was a long, dark tunnel. Room 8 was at the very end.

“Around the time Sirena found the melody stone in Cerulean’s hideout.” She went completely still. Even her breathing stopped. “What? Did I get the name wrong?” “No, not at all.” Her voice came out strangled. She cleared her throat. “You actually listened to all that?” “Of course. It’s a compelling story. Interesting world, complex characters, moral conflict, action, romance, hint of tragedy. You should write it down. Sounds exactly like the books Bruce devours, and my fifteen-year-old niece has excellent taste.” “You’re not being sarcastic? In a ‘silly books for silly girls’ way?”

Selene remained the seductress—always the one to initiate a new position, always the one whose mouth or hands found someone who had gone quiet for too long. One afternoon mid-week, they kept it focused on double penetration for Elara. She lay on her side. Kai entered her from behind. Noah slid carefully into her mouth, then later, after more preparation and lube, they arranged her so Kai was in her cunt and Noah in her ass, moving in alternating rhythm until she came so hard she shook. Selene watched and touched herself, then joined by sitting on Elara’s face so Elara could lick her through the aftershocks.