Siren Witches Novels & Stories

It was winter period when I first found my mate, she was beautiful and fair, had skin as white as snow, her hair was as flowy as velvet, and she had the voice of an angel. Perhaps, I was biased because she was mine, but it was the truth, one thing that kept me from pursuing her at first was that she was a witch. We werewolves and witches were not that close, we tend to get on each other’s nerves, so I knew my father would not approve, he was big on keeping to the rules.

The night sky over the Witches’ Domain shimmered with a strange hue, a pulsating silver mist flowing through the air like magic itself was alive. The trees here whispered secrets to one another, and the wind carried more than just the scent of the earth—it carried memories, power, and bloodlines long thought extinguished. Salem, a high witch and cousin to the Queen, stepped out of the twilight portal that opened near the Obsidian Stones—a gateway reserved for the ancient bloodlines. Her long midnight-blue cloak trailed behind her, brushing the moss-covered stones as she descended the forested path toward the sacred hall.

“Witches Myan, I heard that there is a new adventurer with a new Witches bloodline enrolled in the Sirum City branch adventurer guild.” Witches Madea spoke with the Witches head of the Sirum City branch. Witches Myan is the head of the Witches Coven branch in Sirum City. This old lady is one of the High-level Witches in the Witches community who is respected in SULIME REALM. This old lady was over 300 years old where high-level Witches as well as werebeasts with high-level powers had a lifespan of up to 500 years. In SULIME REALM, the possessor of high-level power lived up to 500 years at most.

“Oh? Is this our little sister? The princess of the werewolf tribe? She's quite pretty, innocent and naive, just the way you like it. Untouched and clueless about other men. But this girl of yours is deeper than you expect, she will drown you in her secrets. Faithful with her body, yes she is. But her heart is a different case. She's just what you need, a tantalizing flame, bright enough to keep your interest. But ready to burn you to ashes once you lose your guard.” “Enough, you can leave, make space for the next guest.” Even though Richard cut her off, my heart was still pounding. The Siren clan had the powers of prophecy and magic just like witches. The only difference was that the Sirens

The ongoing and impending wedding was the talk of the supernatural world, and while many were excited, the witches also were, but had a different plan in mind. Seraphina, a young witch with her long, flowing robes and hair as dark as midnight, stood before her sisters. “We shall send them a gift,” she declared, her voice a melodic blend of excitement and mischief. “But not just any gift. It must be something that embodies the essence of our power and serves as a reminder of the balance between love and fear.”

They said, in unison, but snapped their heads the other way as if they heard something. Blaze was confused because he couldn’t see or hear anything besides the storm that was raging. The twins frowned squinting their eyes like they were trying to see something. Their eyes grew wide and they turned to Blaze. “You need to get back inside and have all your men stuff their ears with whatever you can find including the little ones, NOW!” They said. “What why? What’s going on? Who is it?” Blaze asked, confused. “You have Harpies and Sirens heading this way. They must be after the girl, for the bounty.” They said, as they pulled their weapons. “How is it possible that Sirens are here? They are some

My anger and weariness fled in the wake of her reprimand and all I was left was the icky stickiness of embarrassment. Lady Piia waved her hands dismissively. “That’s fine. You’ve been overwhelmed. But the tale of the vampire king is one that will be told on a different day. Right now, it’s of upmost importance that you understand what led to your mother’s disappearance. But for me to explain that, I have to tell you how the witches came to be. The whole thing is a bit convoluted -as is anything pertaining to the witches- but I will try to be as clear as I can. Witches are part human, part elves. Well, maybe one tenth elven? It’s become so diluted that we don’t even have any physical resembla

I froze, we can not have a breach now, my mate is exposed here out in the open, and she would be an easy target. “What kind of situation?” I asked. “We are sensing a group of witches approaching… Wait, one just showed up.” The sentinel informed me, and I waited nervously, ready to take action if my mate needed to be protected. As a pack, we have the best security team there is. We have patrols, warriors, special security teams, and sentinels. Sentinels are trained wolves with special abilities to sense magic, and some are witches who seek asylum in the pack. That way we can stop all those magical, unseen threats. This information was not good, so I mind-linked Nate. “Nate, have you heard abo

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

“Twinkets.” “Twinkets!” Triana shot me a shocked gaze. “Only witches of legend could see them. Control them.” I don’t think I control them. “I’ve never heard of them.” I responded flatly. Looking straight ahead as I limped her along the path they illuminated. She carried the lantern in her other dangling hand, since I supported her with both of mine. But the wind swirled dirt across our view so heavily that it made the lantern nearly ineffective. Clouds rolled across the moon making it blacker than black out.