Siren Ryn Novels & Stories

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."

"Hi, Irryn! It's nice meeting you! Can we be playmates from now on? I want us to be really good sisters!" Uncle Alanson and his eldest son exchanged heartfelt smiles. They were obviously pleased. I was feeling glad, as well. I bowed down to level at Rhian's face. "Sure. Why not!" "Yeah hey!" "Enough, Rhian Agatha! Don't ever abuse your sister Irryn because she's kind!" Uncle Alanson joked around and he turned to me again. "This is my eldest son, Ryn. Rylan Luz or better known as Ryle. Ryle, this is Irryn and she will be your new sister."

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

All I know is that their emperor is called an Alpha and they do also have humans as slaves in their empires, but I know nothing about how their system works. No, I'm not a vampire. Sometimes, I wish I was a vampire because my life would have been way easier than it is now, but I'm not. If you are wondering who I am, my name is Rayne, Rayne Carson. I'm the one who learned that being gifted can sometimes be a curse.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

Grumbling under his breath Tristan turned and stalked toward a grouping of huts in the far side of the bailey. It was the early hours of the morning. The sun just rising when Miernephen heard the rumbling, echoing voice of one of the Water Princes. “Lust…” The Seringue turned bright orange on her arm, searing and hissing. She squealed behind her clamped lips. Sliding over the floor. Waking Zierno. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He rolled off his bedroll to scurry over to her on all fours. Seeing she was clearly in pain. Her skin flushed and her gold eyes burning to deep red. She bared her teeth. Hissing and writhing in anguish.

Frya is a rare werewolf, legendarily named the Wild Beast and she learned of her real nature years after she lost all her family, save one brother, in the Great Battle, inspired by the Sisterhood. Now tinted with the mark of revenge, Riyin, alongside his best friend, Frya, embark on the quest to find the Sisterhood, a coven of the most powerful witches, the Violet Witch included, and avenging his family's death. Through fights, hunger, and many brushes with death, they finally find the Sisterhood, but they are not ready for what they meet.

It was some minutes past 6pm. Caitlyn Hugh was dragging her tired feet back home after a long day at work. As she walked along the lonely road, she looked back at intervals, hoping for a cab to appear. Although she was very much aware that cabs do not ply that road, Caitlyn prayed for a miracle. She took out her phone from the small bag she hung on her shoulder and connected her headset to the device. She was going to click play on her favourite music, but the sound of a car honking halted her.

But before I could turn to see who it was, Mel's minions had grabbed the front of my night wear, while she emptied a bucket of water over my head. Waking me up as rudely as they did wouldn't have been a problem, it wouldn't have woken Rayna. But they instantly woke my hybrid siren Lycan up. I'm sure they thought they were punishing me, people aren't familiar with sirens anymore. I'm probably the only siren living in the capital, I don't know if there are any others hiding in other regions, like mother and I did. Since our encounter with Ethos, Rayna has got a short fuse.

My scream rips out, raw and terrifying— Riven’s name.