Siren Witches Novels & Stories

I asked her. "Nothing." she replied, and I could see this was the truth, but there was something more there. "Do you want something to happen?" I pushed. "I don't know. it's complicated." she sighed. "He's a siren a merman, and I'm a werewolf witch hybrid." "So I'm a werewolf, and Ben's a bear shifter." I replied. "Whats the difference?" "Did you know Sirens live in pods and can have pod core families. They can have more than one mate." she said softly.

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

Flickering candles lined the edges of the circle, their flames dancing in rhythm with the whispers of the wind. Seraphina stood at the altar, her hands hovering over the five amulets spread before her. Her eyes were closed in deep concentration, her lips moving in silent incantation. Behind her, her coven of witches moved in unison, each of them chanting in an ancient language, their voices blending into a haunting harmony that seemed to resonate with the power of the amulets.

For they were all half white wolves and half vampires. Their leader was also a woman called Sira. She was a meek person but she had the power of charm. She was the siren in the kingdom. Her clan was composed of both male and female mixed-bred. The females were the epitome of beauty in the pack. They were like nymphs from Greek mythology and the males were their counterparts. As King Silas and Queen Ayana gracefully walked on the platform in front of the hall, the high priest beckoned everyone to kneel before them.

I walk around the room, searching for anything to help me pick the lock on my cell door. It's made of silver, so trying to break it down is out of the option. My actions suddenly halt, hearing the cell door squeak open. I whip my head toward the door, praying in my heart my mate isn't back to make good on his threat. I exhale when I get a different scent than his as the lights come on in the room. Eric and a woman with a herby scent tread into the room. The woman must be a water witch. Most of them are healers and deal with a lot of herbs. Witches are grouped by elements of nature, fire, water, earth, and air. They cast spells based on which element they are gifted with.

"The siren is a liar, Amber. I watched the dragons, remember? I watched them along with the fairies. There were very few dragons that didn't like the fairies. Sirens didn't interact with the dragons and moved between the realms secretly. None of the sirens appeared friendly with the dragons. Furthermore, no one is starving. Currently, the dragons are at war. The few remaining dragons who hated the fairies are losing, but no one is starving. There are more than barren lands in that realm. The siren who spoke to Sara didn't say a single word of truth. You are a kind soul, Amber...but that kind soul could cause devastation to the Earth. You need to find this siren discreetly. We need to know wh

The scars from the Rupture still sting, but the land is healing—if not everyone’s heart. We’re not prepared for more visitors, but as the afternoon light begins to fade, the southern witches arrive at Silverpine’s border: three, in cloaks of pale green and muddy brown, faces marked with soot and shadow. They bring a smell of wild herbs and wet stone, and the kind of silence that comes after a burial.

"This has got to be the one T-bone was talking about before we shot him... At least we got a name." Keegs lit up his phone and began thumbing through the screen. "Got it. Lasses Birgitta. A Swedish Witch that, apparently, tried to raise the dead in a churchyard by using the stole of a priest. She confessed that she sold her soul to the devil, renounced God and was beheaded. Sounds just like the woman you want to bring home to Mom... Well, I would anyway," Keegs grinned.

"Jesus Christ, Cameron Pierce! What the hell happened to you?" "Fucking A, Rachel. Have some tact!" Piper popped up. She was the oldest of the group-although, only by a couple of years. I envied her. Everything about her screamed perfection, but she was completely immune to it. "Would you two shut up? Check out the man candy. Who the hell is this, Cam?" Charlotte, better known to us as Charlie, was as lesbian as the day was long, but she appreciated the male form as much as the rest of us. All four girls turned to Dax, who stood at their acknowledgment.

I was already clad in my grey boxer briefs, hiding myself from the eyes of the obsessed woman. 'Oh you never visualised a witch like me being mated to Alpha Ryker. ' Her voice was unusually calm for an enraged woman. Like they say about the calm before the storm, this was that time. 'He will be mine! ' She screamed again, puffing out her chest.