Sirenix Musa Novels & Stories

I asked, my muscles tensing as the first wave of enemy commanders lunged toward us. "I am going to force a continental Kernel Panic," Sereia commanded, her golden wings flaring as she floated into the air above me, her hands weaving a massive, blinding web of golden draconic code. "Xander, hold the line for ten seconds. I am about to crash their entire army's operating system."

She wouldn’t let it. She inhaled deeply, trying to center herself. “You’re tense,” the Lycan said, his voice smooth, deep, and teasing. “I don’t enjoy being watched by an entire room,” she replied coolly, her gaze skimming the crowd. All eyes were on them. He smiled. “Then I suppose I should introduce myself, give them something to talk about. I’m Knox. Knox Green, Alpha of the Southern Lycan Pack.” “Lydia. Heiress of the Moonglade Pack,” she replied, matching his tone.

Zayn caught my eye for a brief second, but I quickly looked away, determined not to let him get under my skin again today. Seven, the ever-observant second-in-command, nodded in my direction as I approached. Seleira stood beside him, her arms crossed, eyes scanning the group with her usual sharp focus. I took a deep breath and started stretching, doing my best to avoid eye contact with Zayn. The last thing I needed was another pointless exchange with him. "Oh, the princess is back." I caught whispers from my side. They were trying to keep it low, but did they forget we had supersonic hearing? Or were they just stupid?

I don’t know why I got that impression but I dug my toes into the earth and clasped my hands behind my back. A slow rhythmic melody started up. The man on the altar started to chant softly. I couldn’t make out the words. I looked around the meadow. The moonlight did a glorious job of illuminating it perfectly. Wolfsbane dotted the meadow. The music became louder. I turned to see Daire at the edge of the meadow. His torso was completely bare. He was breathtaking. He held a knife that glinted in the moonlight above his head. His gate was deliberately slow. The chanting became louder. The man slammed the tome onto the podium. His body hunched even further. His voice bombed around in my head. I

"Hey wait up” I yell at my best friend Annabelle Haul. She’s a tall 5’9” beauty. She has long red hair that stops just below her bottom. She perfect in every way and she isn’t afraid to show anyone what they get when they mess with her or me for that matter. Who am I?!? My name is Tiffany Tow I’m the daughter to Calvin Tow the bata of Blue Moon Pack. I’m an omega or at least that’s what my wolf and I want everyone to think. You see I’m a very special she-wolf but we will get to that later.

Alpha Sam’s POV The pack were all mulling around, eating, enjoying themselves as I march up the centre isle of the seating. The cold evening air was beginning to drop in temperature, and we needed to get on with this before it was too late. Ren is already sitting on the edge of the stage, with her team scattered around her. Myles is sitting next to her as she leans her head on his shoulder. Bloody pup needs to watch his ass, cos if he doesn’t take a giant step back from my underage pup, there is going to be more than one murder here tonight.

I crossed one of my leg over. "Welcome everyone to the black auction. We have pretty good items today so please enjoy. The first item. One of Lala-land's finest diamond. This diamond is also one of the rarest diamond in the world. The silver has been extinct and this is the last of its kind. It can cut through anything and projects bright light. This diamond is one of a kind. There's no other of it in the world. We will start the bidding at 3 million dollars." The person said.

"I may be talented to other things, but music is different." Sirene and Luna nodded as they understand what she was saying. That can happen even to Soheila who was full of talent. Being a Music Master is hard. The Music Maser should have an instrument that chooses them as their master. They can kill and fight with anyone just by using an instrument. "It's already night and tomorrow would be the day of the Sect Assessment. Are you guys ready?" Sirene asked and both of them nodded. "Great! Me too! What about the boys, are they ready?"

“Oh my, can you send me your details via Bluetooth?” Seirian took out her own phone. It was purple and studded with glittering rhinestones at the back, with the letters ‘E’ and ‘D’ etched in amethyst and golden topaz. She had to teach Dorin how to use the bluetooth, though, as the young mage was still not familiar with the gadget. “There! I finally saved it!” Dorin said happily as he added Eirian’s number in his contact list. “How about your numbers?” Eirian asked their two companions. “We’ll be together all year, so I might as well get your details, too.”

The muscular slender man was sucked towards the sword of Genesis, then seeing all the memories of the enemy he has slain, his expression seems confused and shocked at the same time. “Necromancy.” Genesis’s thought. [June 29, 1212; Great Fall Era – Present | Mechanical Enterprise Div. - Eben, Meccichuzan (11:00)] The Mechanical Enterprise Division’s Site has a hot atmosphere, forging blades, making weapons and shields, armours, making reserved cannons, arrow production and everything that has a connection towards battle and Sewers maintenance. Martha, Claude and Clark are with Jin’s Buster Sword. “Alright, we are finished with the rust cleaning. Alright! Let’s start adding more metal scraps t