Sirens Harry Potter Novels & Stories

He said. I slashed again, faster this time and he leaned away while the blade passed close enough to cut a strand of dark hair loose from behind his ear. “Part of what?” I snapped. “The conflict beneath the cliflic. The one wolves pretend is territory and vampires pretend is hunger.” He said. Another crash echoed from the hall, closer now, and I heard Dante roar my name. “Saphire.” Dante yelled. The bond yanked hard. Varek’s gaze flickered toward the doorway and that tiny shift gave me an opening. So I took it.

Talen held open the door and they filtered past him with Harry at the rear. “Send a spy to the target location and try to determine the number of enemy and what their weaponry is,” Harry recommended. “I will go. I am, after all, an expert at lurking.” Their smile was wry. “Hey,” their tone became one of surprise. “That’s the priestess.” Within the rear of the warehouse, Leighton, Meguitte, Connery, and a group of witches were all involved in a very intense conversation examining the contents of a saucepan. They looked up in unison at Harry’s exclamation.

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

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?

“We’ll have them back by Sunday night.” Raven smiled. “I thought you might say that. Both of the children have what they need in their backpacks.” I looked at their small backpacks and a crease formed between my eyes. “Everything?” Sirena laughed. “They have an extension spell on them!” I chuckled. “Well, it seems that I have a lot to learn about witchcraft.” “Yes, you do,” Sirena agreed. “I have a pet rat named Sir Itsy. He’s a familiar.”

He looked at her with a smile and said with a sprinkle of seduction in his tone, “Sisi, try this.” Sienna was at a loss for words. When he called her Sisi, it made Sienna uncomfortable, but she still replied cooperatively, “Thank you.” Harry leaned over affectionately. From the perspective of outsiders, it seemed like he was whispering. As he leaned over slightly, he whispered to her in a voice that only the two of them could hear, “I've received news about the person you are looking for. Come with me later.” With that, he retreated to his seat and looked languid.

I could feel his onyx eyes settle on me as he continued. "Whatever you do, do not fall victim to their calls. We will have to cross the Sirens who live in the lakes, and they are cunning little creatures. One-touch from them, and you're dead." He didn't say anything else before urging his horse to move forward, and we all followed, moving further out of the dead forest, and closer to the deadly waters of the Sol.

Without a response, he just waltzed in the moment we made eye contact. "Cameron Pierce." The way he said my name made me want to strip for him and crash down on my knees, willing and ready to do whatever he asked. I hated to be called Cameron-it was formal and stuffy, and the only people in my life who used it were my co-workers and telemarketers. But from his lips, it was smooth and melodic-a song from the siren's lips that beckoned me, threatening to drown me in the turbulent sea. I fanaticized hearing him utter those three syllables, my name, as he came in my mouth.

"I'm not the Queen yet. What are these Sirens planning to do?" "I don't know either. They are forbidden creatures we hire only for security. This year's trade will be affected by them." He says, giving me all the information I don't need. Sighing, I walk upto the throne. Lucien was midway of the stairs when he holds my hand and brings me up with him. At least he's there, familiar amongst these horrible creatures. "Don't be nervous. I can almost smell it off of you." He says. Nodding, I try to calm myself down and his assuring hand that rests against the small of my back helps a bit.

The others eyed Zierno and Edward’s garb greedily. But not this one. He’s shrewd. When he only stared at them, one thief prompted him. “Demitri?” The leader turned to the rest. “Get Sirus.” Another nodded and rode back into the trees. Sirus? What’s a ‘Sirus’? Zierno groaned inwardly. Riding back for someone meant they had a camp close. Edward was perceptive enough to shoot him a worried look. Don’t start whining again. Zierno willed.