Siren Wail Novels & Stories

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

the rest of his speech is near distinctive as he starts rambling and I sigh as I get up and walk towards him; each step echoing through the near slight room. "Now, now. I asked that they leave their sirens off and not enter the building as to not cause a commotion and to save you face..." taking his chin in my hand I turn his face to mine staring him dead in the eye, "But your foul mouth is making me feel rather sadistic and thinking of the embarrassed face you'll make is rather exciting, Mr. Stephen White." His mouth falls agape, and he stares at me in silence, his eyes deep with fear. Distracted, the security leads him out and I return to my seat.

A little short but it matched her perfectly. Her doll-like blue shaded orbs and eyes shaped like that of an almond, small button nose, and rose like cheeks and thin beautiful lips. With these features, she truly looked sweet and kind. As a wandering soul before, Sian could not recall seeing her own face since ghosts can not see themself in the mirror. And since she had no recollection of the past, she knows nothing nor remembers her own face. She simply just one day, woke up at the sound of the sweet tune of the violin and since then, found her way around the world for years looking for this particular sound that moves her core as if telling her to find it.

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

"You're not in the chair." Klaus didn't flinch. He didn't even turn his head immediately. He simply took a slow, deep breath, his broad shoulders expanding before he turned to face me. His dark hazel eyes swept over me instantly, registering my bare feet, my messy hair, and the dark silk camisole and shorts I was wearing. "The wind shifted to the north," Klaus said, his low baritone vibrating quietly in the empty corridor. "The trees along the east wall create a blind spot for camera four between midnight and two. I am covering the angle manually."

Caelum remained on his knees in the quiet corridor, his empty hands resting on the cold stone. Lyra knelt beside him, wrapping her arms around his waist and burying her face against his neck. Caelum pulled her fiercely into his arms, burying his face in her hair as his broad chest shuddered with silent, solemn grief. Her solar energy wrapped around his shadow aura, weaving together in a soothing, unbreakable weave of warmth and comfort. They didn't have time to mourn. A subterranean siren began to blare throughout the Citadel—a deep, low horn that signified the breaching of the main outer gates!

In the ward, only white curtains stirred in the wind. On the desk lay a signed divorce agreement. Jason stood in the empty ward, crumpling the agreement. His assistant ran in, panting, his forehead beaded with sweat. "Mr. Smith, I already had someone suppress the news, but the audio recording is spreading rapidly." Jason took a deep breath, the panicked look in his eyes fading into condescension. "No need to look for her. Cancel all her supplementary bank cards. The Woods have been relying on their deals with Smith Group to keep their business afloat. She's throwing a fit because she wants me to drive Susan away."

A woman with a broken spiral tattooed across her throat. “No,” Dalen spat. “She brings delay. We don’t need silence. We need answers. And if she won’t give them” A quiet ripple through the bloomlight silenced the rest of his sentence. They all turned. Siran had moved. Just a hand. Just a shift in posture. But it was enough. The spiral beneath her pulsed once, glowing faintly in response. And the wind, which had been still, whispered one word none of them could quite catch but all of them remembered differently.

The first scream tore through the morning haze like a blade, sharp and unrelenting. Evelyn had been leaning over the town’s archives earlier, trying to make sense of centuries-old records, when it reached her through the fog outside. It wasn’t the familiar, echoing howl she had grown accustomed to—it was raw, frantic, and human in panic.

Then both, side by side, blank-eyed and frozen. “What the hell —” Aria started. Then the siren began. It wasn’t mechanical. It wasn’t a warning. It was alive. A sound from deep within the earth, groaning through steel and stone like the city was breathing through broken ribs. The ground trembled. Selene grabbed Aria’s wrist. “Don’t move.” Aria’s ears popped, like she’d climbed too fast. Her vision blurred at the edges. Across the street, a lone man dropped to his knees, eyes rolling white before he collapsed entirely.