Siren Wail Novels & Stories

Siren said loud enough for Mira to hear her. Mira snapped out of her paralyzed stance, she turned in the direction of where Siren stood with a dagger pressed to Alpha Bastions' neck. As she took a closer look, she also noticed a silver button was embedded on the side of his temple, it was making him too weak to shift or set himself ablaze. With eyes boring into Sirens, one side of her mouth curled upwards into a sinister smirk. She directed her hands to opposite positions of her body, she drew from her source of energy and set the Midnight Pack Warriors ablaze.

"Okay, okay, easy. I’m just telling you about my favorite event of the day. Relax and keep yourself calm. I’m not sure if you’ll like what I’ll say next…" I think I know what he’ll say. The agency wants me to accept the offer because I’d clearly stated my disgust when it was offered. "Tic wanted you to accept the offer." Tic is short for Terror-In-Closet. The guy that I inadvertently caused a scandalous incident with. I think I’m still absent-minded that I didn’t straighten my facts.

Amelia called out. A lithe figure darted from the ship's rigging, her aquamarine eyes alight with arcane energy. Marina, the siren of the seas, lifted her arms, and a torrential spout of water blasted from her palms, propelling a serpent back into the abyssal depths. Her voice, a weapon of its own, wove a disorienting melody, ensnaring the creatures’ senses and leaving them vulnerable.

" As I finish, I realize I’ve been swaying slightly, as if trapped in a trance. I glance around the circle. Zee and Alix are beaming, Felix is watching the others’ reactions, and the others are wide-eyed, spellbound – Ben’s jaw looks like it’s about to fall off. Even Elliot, cool and unflappable Elliot who never seems phased by anything, is staring at me with eyes a big as dinner plates. “Your voice is… it’s…” he says, knitting his brows as he struggles for the word. “Amazin’,” Lyall says dreamily, as he gazes at me across the flames. “Like a siren of the deep,” Alastaire says, sprawling out on the sand. “Luring men to their watery graves with her musical enchantments.” As he says it, my blo

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead. The Siren's Song, lethal to anyone unfortunate enough to hear it, is the reason why sirens are as intimidating as they are rumored to be. Undefeatable and inescapable. Written about in the archives of military war plans concocted over the centuries, never been used in the past 500 years. Forbidden magic, only used as a defense to deter persons from a fight, is never meant to be practiced. Yet here I am, killing my only source of happiness left in this world of desertion and betrayal.

Marina says as her skin begin to turn a blueish green. Her injured leg is discolored from the rest of her, and I make the mental note that sirens don't have fast healing even when they are in contact with their power source. Octavius- Jannah, return home. Garrett. Lucifer. Kohn. Cole. Brandon. Parker. We will be traveling with the siren. The rest of you stay right here. The siren will be back to get you. I step into the water, and the wolves I chose to come with me follow. Marina watches us and nods when she sees I relayed the message.

"My apologies. My scouts didn't report your unit was out of commission." With a low grunt of annoyance, Malik turned his back on her and cleared the entrance. The moment his boots hit the exterior pavement, the sky opened up, dropping a heavy, freezing rain over the neon lights of the district. He tilted his head back, letting the cold water hit his scarred throat as he whispered, "The Siren has returned to the sector. Time to alert Louis Walker."

Show my wife some respect! Felicity, who was crying, froze in disbelief. "How dare you yell at me! Jason, how dare you!"

"We'll sneak around those losers, Vikings, and crush them..." I shut my eyes; if this were a real mission, she would be the first casualty, by my hand. I didn't waste my energy in correcting her. "So let's have fun while we're at it!" She cheered. It got worse when they all started yelling the battle cry from that old Gerard Butler Spartan movie... including Sierra. I glanced at her; Sierra shrugged. "Hey, I didn't hear you cheer!" The team leader pointed at me. "No." I said firmly.