Sirens Games Novels & Stories

The moment the group saw me descending the stairs, they cleared a spot in the center of the pit. “Collins! Get over here!” someone shouted. “Tammy already briefed us that you’re under the weather, so don't worry—even if you lose the challenge, we won’t make you do anything crazy!” I shot a look of gratitude toward Tammy. “What’s the game? I’m usually the one breaking the scoreboard, not playing for fun.” I felt a sudden surge of adrenaline; the nausea had faded, replaced by a competitive itch. “It’s a 'Siren Challenge,'” one of the guys explained. “We play high-octane clips—intense, attractive, or provocative—and you lose if your pulse spikes. You have to stay completely unbothered.”

Although annoyed, Sirena couldn't resist. Sirena felt her heart pounding as James approached and held her hand. The atmosphere between them was getting warmer, and she knew very well that this game was starting to get more serious than she wanted. “James, don't play games,” she protested, though her voice was not so firm. “Who's playing around? It's just a motivation boost!” replied James firmly, his eyes glinting mischievously. “It's more fun if we can touch each other while discussing more interesting things, isn't it?”

Penny widened her eyes and nodded her head down towards Thea’s crotch. “Yep,” Thea answered dryly. She held up three fingers and mouthed “three times” at Penny. Penny frowned, “Bellamy, do you know what we are?” she asked brazenly. Thea slapped her leg, “Hey, if he knows, we can just kill him, he should already be dead anyway!” Penny shouted. Thea dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Yea, you’re sirens,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly. “I knew as soon as Thea bumped in to me yesterday and I knew about you when you tried coming on to me in the kitchen.”

I drift off to sleep on the plane on the way back to Texas, only to awaken after having a very vivid dream or maybe I should say fantasy of Drake. I pour myself a drink and try to relax. I decided to change clothes and freshen up, just in case Drake met me at the airfield. Silly how I have to remind myself this is all just a game. I catch myself wanting him, wanting to please him, wanting to give myself to him. I have to remember that I want to hurt him, make him regret how he treated me. Lila, my wolf also reacts to Drake so strongly I constantly have to reign in. I continue to sip the burning alcohol that I am drinking, my excitement continues to grow at the thought of seeing Drake. Noth

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.

His exposed chest gleams in the sunlight, almost with a glittering glow. I may have been upset with Cherum for speaking ill of sirens, but siren men really are the worst. They can use their beauty and charms to manipulate a woman, even without using their magic. They are called sirens for a reason, and not often referred to as mermen and mermaids. Their seductive qualities are a temptation to all weak-willed individuals who look upon them. Being bred from the ancient fae kind who are known for their beauty, and with succubus or incubus demons, master at manipulation and seduction, my pack does not trust them easily. Not with our wars with demon kind of the North. Other packs will form treati

Sating his need. He climbed off her and her body collapsed sorrowfully to the stone. A hand over her face. Miernephen felt the heat of another male sliding over her and looked up. Shaking her head. Giving him a pleading look. But he was merciless as he grinned and entered her without warning. Stuffing her full and holding there to savor the response of her sore body clutching at him. He moaned. An echoing sound beneath the water. When she suddenly felt the effect of the Seringue abating she kicked at the Water Prince shoving at his chest in a desperate attempt to dislodge him.

Naomi was sitting behind a large makeup table and talking to the agent company. When she saw me, she was shocked. Her eyes were filled with exhaustion and frustration. “Explain this.” She handed the phone to me. I frowned in confusion. Then, I heard the insults from the phone. “How dare you lay your hands on Wendy Clark?! Don’t you know your own place?! “Right now, everyone online is talking about you cheating. What are we supposed to do about this?! You’re just never serious, are you? All you care about is satisfying your own libido!

A sweaty five-minute walk later, she reached Leah's residential gate. All reasoning stopped as panic kicked in as Kitty scrambled to the doorbell. "Am I right?" she said, looking up. Kitty glanced up to her apartment; her gauge was correct. The house was closest to the rentals. She peeked over the gate. At the garage that fitted two cars, she saw Leah's Vitara. "Bingo!" Sirens rang in Kitty's head as she frantically buzzed the doorbell. She stopped when she heard the intercom beeped. It glowed a blue hue, and soon after, Leah appeared in between the small square monitor.

"Instead of prying into my world of fantasies, why don't you open up the family books and give me some cheat codes." "Cheat codes?" "To survive the dinner with your grandfather. I already made a sour impression on two family members, I don't want it to be three." "You suck at evasion." "You haven't seen me play cards. You'd be pleasantly surprised how I can turn things around." Ember rolled her eyes and playfully swung her backpack, clipping a chuckling Kali on the shoulder. "I am being serious about the cheat codes." "Fine." Ember threaded her arm through Kali's. "First step is seeing the dress you picked out for the dinner. You may or may not be changing it."