Siren Ryn Novels & Stories

“But let us be reasonable, the girl is with the dark ruler of Astaroth. She is with Ryder.” Both Xanth’s and Iris’ eyes shot wide open and she gasped a little. Xanth was surprised, it never crossed his mind that they had been talking about Lyra, never had he imagined that they would recognize her as a Khione despite the fact that she didn’t show. And what was this talk about her mother coming? She had a living Khione mother? “Ryder is a formidable foe.” He could recognize the voice of Kye when he spoke. “But Syrana should not be underestimated, she is the clan’s leader, a powerful aged Khione and a mother as well.”

The letters are green and gold. Attention all bounty hunters! Earlier this month a banished werewolf named Aiden Atkinson was spotted at Siren's Point pushing a young woman into the sea. The woman is our very own sea maid princess, Kayla Lawson. The reward for his capture or death is a seat on King Caspian's counsel. Yours truly, The Royal Advisor, Jerry Lawson

"And it's calling *me*. Burn the grove, and you burn the only map we have." Selene's blade kissed his throat. "Then we burn you first." Nyxara's power surged through me, effortless. One flick of my wrist, and Selene's knife melted, her scream echoing as molten metal seared her palm. "The next strike takes your tongue," I said, the words sweet as venom. "We sail at dawn." --- **RHYDIAN'S POV** The spring's waters parted like a lover's sigh, revealing a staircase of barnacled bone. The scar-key glowed, its light refracting into a path through the depths. Eden gripped my hand as we descended, his magic a fragile lantern.

"The Alpha King isn't running blind, Ronan; you are severely underestimating his tactical calculation," Malik Arden stated, turning his heavy glass tumbler on the blood-stained counter as the under-district enforcers dragged the remaining casualties out the back exit. He paused, his sharp gaze cutting through the thick smoke of the syndicate lounge to read my stance. "The Siren of the Vale issues a priority distress frequency, and your master vehicle instantly breaches the perimeter grid. What asset are you hunting that commands this level of exposure?"

Black hair braided back, scar across her jaw, eyes that didn’t blink when he dropped down beside her. “You’re late,” she said. Kade blinked. “Excuse me?” “Eastern scouts,” she said, nodding toward the trees. “Twelve of them. Rogue pack. They’ve been watching the palace for three days. I was about to move in.” “You’re not palace guard,” Kade said. “No,” she said. “I’m Ryn. I hunt rogues for the border lords. Your Queen hired me.” Elara. Of course. Kade studied her. She was younger than him, maybe twenty-six, and she moved like someone who’d killed before breakfast and didn’t think it was a big deal.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

picked up a terrifying new frequency. ​"The Siren is no longer broadcasting data," Lyra reported, her holographic form standing at the very edge of the forward viewport. Her data-gown was now a sharp, warning crimson. "It has pivoted to Solar Induction. Kael, it’s not trying to harvest us anymore. It’s deploying the Sun-Snuffer."

I walk around, the phone high in my hand to receive at least one signal bar. “Mom?” Eren calls. “Mom?” He repeats. “Not now Eren.” I ignore him, still trying to get a signal. “Mom!” He cries out more urgently. I immediately turn to see what’s wrong with him, but I drive into a stonewall chest and meet with a pair of long lashed turquoise eyes. My breath stops and my hand tightens around my phone. Those eyes. It’s him. (δ้vδ้)

He dipped his head, and stepped to one side. My annoyance at Mason getting the getting the better of me; “My name is Sienna...” I bite out. “Not Luna.” I couldn’t find it in myself to apologies at this moment for my own clumsiness of not looking where I was going. But at this moment I was far too riled up.

"What is that? What are you doing?" Rhye pulled out two finely crafted silver blades and tucked them into his dark boots. Few things could best an alpha, but he hadn’t lived so long by being stupid. If there were demons around, there were most certainly ferals. He would need the silver if they were assaulted by a whole pack of savage rogues. Straightening, he headed for the narrow entrance. "Come… I’m ready." "To where?" Lily ground her teeth as he vanished through the door of the cave. Did he think she would scramble behind him like a well-trained pup?