Siren Ryn Novels & Stories

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

“No. She’s not gone. That was only a fragment. She’s testing the veil, Kaelen. Next time she’ll come fully through.” The words carried across the silence, and unease thickened. Wolves exchanged glances, some fearful, some accusing. Rynor spat blood onto the stones. “Or maybe she already has.” His gaze cut to Serenya. “Convenient that she alone knew how to banish it.” Kaelen’s growl rolled low, dangerous. “Say it again, and you’ll be the one buried by the river.” Rynor bared his teeth but fell silent. The threat in Kaelen’s eyes left no room for defiance.

I quickly take my phone and accept the call. "Hello," I say with my heart racing in the ribcage in both excitement and fear of rejection after the kiss yesterday. "Hello?" a woman's voice says from the other side. "Who's this? I want to talk to Officer Damian." I quickly say, already frowning at the thought that a woman answered the call. "Oh. I am Linda. My brother has saved your name as Rascal. What's your name?" She again... "What? Rascal??" She laughs on the other side, "Yeah. So you might be the same one he picked up on that rainy day."

"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.

But she started doing it. The siren rang, a shrill howl that made my wolf stir under my skin. Then came her voice, bright and loud as she shouted. “Alpha Seth Darven, your opponent…is Alpha Ryker!” At that moment, my heart dropped. No…

His sharp military jaw and vivid green eyes carried the calm, ancient detachment of someone who had never needed to fight for anything in his existence. "Hold steady," he said, his voice deep and completely unbothered by my panic. "Who are you?" I demanded, stepping back on shaky legs. "I am your mentor, Sienna." He adjusted his sleeve with lazy precision. "The choice was never yours. I am Riven, son of the creator." A harsh laugh escaped me. "Son of the Moon Goddess? Are you serious right now?" Riven’s green eyes remained flat. "I do not share your customs, nor do I care for your skepticism. You are not the first broken thing sent to me, and you will not be the last. But I can sense the tet

"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

drones. ​The drones began to emit a "Cloud of Confusion." To the Siren’s sensors, the Respiration didn't look like a ship; it looked like a harmless cluster of ice crystals, drifting aimlessly with the tide. ​They slipped past the first layer of Ice-Lances. The Dyson-Siren loomed ahead—a gargantuan, geometric spider of white-steel and pulsing gold light, anchored to a moon-sized fragment of the ring. ​The Core of the Siren