Siren Ryn Novels & Stories

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.

“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.”

"Who is Egon and are you truly sirens, am I really one?" "Yes." The woman's green eyes glowed under the moonlight and Maris admired them. "Egon is our leader for now, since we lost you." "We?" "Sirens. Look at this," she pointed at her wrist and Maris noticed it had the same symbol as hers. A full stop surrounded by six commas just like the sun. "It's a prove we're sirens from the Criadora kingdom." The siren pinched herself and rubbed ever slowly on the symbol and Maris winced, glancing down at her own wrist to see her symbol glowing yellow.

“Which way to go?” Eka onyx stares into Roy’s grey pupils. “The closer one” he replied indifferently * * * In the meantime… Rina felt a tumultuous pain in her chest, the next thing she knew was darkness engulfed her vision. She is awakened in the barren desert where she meets her twin once more, Lydia the seducer of men. Lydia is used to the vulgar nickname Rina gives her, her host was never into her anyway.

I counter, striking its core. Zynara breaks Sylvara’s vines, her tainted aura surging, her void-dagger aimed at Theryn. “You brought this!” she snarls, but Theryn dodges, their light-blade dim, their voice desperate. “Zynara, I’m still here!” Renn’s relics flare, his voice sharp. “Aelys, they’re losing control!” I channel my hymn, reinforcing the containment field, but Zynara’s taint deepens, her aura a radiant void, her eyes twin stars of oracle-power.

“In that case we have a deal, 2000 gems for the location” I shake her hand. “And remember when you get caught, I’m not part of this,” I nodded. “Welcome to Woman Revolution R…” “Siren,” I corrected her. “Then welcome Siren,” she said with a smile.

“Rogue?” She nodded. “Goes by the name Ryn. No known alliances. No pack. She’s been traveling from one outskirt group to the next, training warriors, then disappearing again. Like a ghost.” “That’s exactly what we need,” I said. Killian looked skeptical, but he didn’t argue. “We’ll reach out,” I added. “See if she’ll come. If she’s half as good as the rumors, she could help turn the tide.” “But if she’s not?” Killian asked, arching a brow.

I laughed “Clearly?” I repeated quietly. The darkness under my skin flickered violently. “You think any part of me wants to think clearly right now?” Ryn moved forward on her knees slightly. “She’s the daughter of Malvoryn,” she said softly. “If you're out of Velkorin alone… You may never come back. She’s not one of us” I stared at her and down at the ladies I had rescued from their packs when they were about to be sold and brought back with me to Velkorin.