Siren Wail Novels & Stories

Two targets in the backyard and two more flanking the building. The tempest howled angrily, echoing the restlessness rippling through Max as he shouldered a Vektor R5 rifle. Gale force winds could pose a problem for Slater’s skill set when taking out targets on the perimeter, and the sniper set up as close as possible without attracting attention. The teams moved in position just as Abby’s frantic screams cut the air. Max’s heart clenched as he surged forward. Death metal music suddenly blared from the house. The thumping music whipped through the turbulent air as the front door swung open. “Move now. Go, go, go.”

the stranger said but when he started to move away, Olliver grabbed his arm and whined, "Skaiii..wait ten minutes?" The stranger jutted his chin out, "You have five.." Olliver smiled and turned to move back to the experiment and that is when he noticed Smith standing there slack-jawed. "Oh pick up your jaw Smithson. This is not a theatre and a fly might just go into your mouth!"

she said as she edited some of her pictures. Sirusen is term for Sins that enhance their sense of hearing and Hirrusen is a third level spell that enables one to hear an individual’s thoughts. It’s one of the hardest one to achieve, also the deadliest. “I can't use it. You know those types can easily trigger alarms.” I reminded her. “You can take him to the forest or by the ocean.” she the suggested, knowing that there are areas without alarms. “Still, Hirrusen is a third level spell. I'm only on the second level.” I said as I drank the pink juice she made.

Another lunged at her with a blade of coral and glass, but Valia caught the wrist mid-swing, crushed it, and drove her claws into the Siren’s throat. A male Siren lunged from the side, his trident singing with blue fire. Ligon caught it between both hands, twisted, and shattered it, sending shards flying. His snarl reverberated through the cavern, shaking loose a rain of crystal dust. Still, the Sirens sang. Their harmonies swirled through the air like invisible chains, pressing against the warriors’ minds, coaxing, commanding and seducing. But Valia’s lips parted, her own voice rising in answer.

“You can’t silence what’s alive, Sira. You can’t cage awakening.” Sira raised her staff high. The runes in the floor flared blue, cutting across Krishna’s path like lines of cold fire. “Then I will seal it. Whatever this infection is, it will not consume the last sanctuary of this world.” And then the Citadel screamed. It was not sound but vibration, a deep, seismic pulse that rippled through the stones. The blue light shattered, twisting into white. Sira stumbled, her staff flickering out. Vhar caught the edge of his seat as the runes went wild, crawling up the walls like living veins of light.

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”

She offered a smile to the werewolf who seemed to be a nervous wreck, and she nodded awkwardly. "Do I have to sing it aloud?" Luciana asked, and the siren shook her head. "No. You can even sing in your mind, but that is only when you have mastered the art. Just that most sirens love to sing." Lorissa explained. "Then this is a nature I don't share with you." She then closed her eyes, and visualized Raziel. Her lips moved, singing the song in low tone, but she knew that the vampires and Rebecca could hear her. She would have been embarrassed if she wasn't so focused on Raziel.

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.

Without a response, he just waltzed in the moment we made eye contact. "Cameron Pierce." The way he said my name made me want to strip for him and crash down on my knees, willing and ready to do whatever he asked. I hated to be called Cameron-it was formal and stuffy, and the only people in my life who used it were my co-workers and telemarketers. But from his lips, it was smooth and melodic-a song from the siren's lips that beckoned me, threatening to drown me in the turbulent sea. I fanaticized hearing him utter those three syllables, my name, as he came in my mouth.

But I’m certainly grateful. And I could hear their whispering again. Tiny chittering in my ears. So fast and high it was nearly inaudible. Like tiny breaths... “Follow us...” “This way...” “Come Saria. Come quick.” They were all talking at once. I looked at them and saw them making a floating silver trail toward the trees. “What are you looking at?” Triana huffed. Struggling to breathe in the onslaught of the wind. “Twinkets.”