Sirens Lament Book Novels & Stories

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

Everything dimmed before it went dark, and the murmuring of voices tickled my ears as I drifted out. No light filtered in through the windows and those overhead were extinguished. Only a tiny lamp above me glowed, casting shadows around the room. Although the hues had changed, the sounds were the same, and I was no longer alone. A bear of a hand clutched mine, but any attempt to turn my head to identify my companion sent shooting pains from behind my eyes, radiating through my brain and bouncing off the bone like blistering light. I whimpered through the suffering, knowing crying would be far worse. My pitiful sobs roused him, but I wasn't able to focus to identify who had assumed the bedsid

“But I am free the whole day Miranda did not smile. She just watched her kin down below. The Siren was unexpected and she needed more blood than what she required to destroy the veil. The Sacred Place was just a myth. But if it’s found, the former world would soon dawn again, healing the rift of the Great Silenc

We fight on land because they fear us; they fear what they don’t understand and so ultimately destroy it. I swim in the middle of them and reach out to touch a female calf; I look in her inky black eye and swim alongside for a while as she is playful. I swim with them for hours, escorting them further out to sea, letting my troubles leave me. If only I could swim away, far away from my troubles. If only things had been different, I wouldn’t have declared war. There is no going back now, the die has been cast. War favours the brave and ruthless. The sirens are exactly that, fearless, ruthless, brave and we will not rest until we have our revenge.

Eve stood with me, knowing well that aside from Moon, it's grim reapers that the sirens fear. Suddenly, a sweet song started ringing in my ears, making me growl in annoyance. Both Moon and I knew exactly what was happening. The sirens had started singing their songs of doom. I looked around, except for Moon and I, all the others were affected. Zeus was trying to fight the urge but the siren's song of doom held the power a little below than the power of Angel Raphael's trumpet.

It was way too brutal but amazing. But I just closed my eyes when the siren with red hair screamed hideously. I don't know but we hear it all and I feel like my eardrums are about to burst. I felt like I was going to bleed because my head felt like it was going to explode because of the death screams of the two sirens, but it stopped when the surroundings became chaotic. The knights attack the two sirens. The attacks of the knights followed one after the other. They manipulated the waters and threw their tridents like a boomerang. Knights were flying around, obviously, they couldn't take the two sirens lightly.

Mylene heard the Warriors as she gazed into the blue sky, ‘There were no clouds today’ She thought idly as the darkness filled her eyes she could feel the tears forming but they would never fall, ‘I’m so sorry Sirius, forgive me and look after Kuri for me.’ Her beautiful heart stopped beating and her eyes lost their sheen as the light went form them. Luna’s warning howls had brought the Warriors as well as Sirius and Anders running to find them. Anders got there first but the Warriors had already covered Mylena and he grabbed his Alpha as the other man fell to his knees and howled his pain,

Xander whirls around, his eyes wild with dread. Xander shouting: “Aria!” I look down, and my heart stops. The siren’s hand is reaching up from the sea, her grip like ice, drawing me under. “Xander! Assist!” With his sword poised, he charges at me, but the water rises and blocks his way. As I feel myself being pulled more and farther into the icy abyss, the siren's laughter reverberates all around me. "Aria, you can't get away from me," she whispered in my ear. “I will always have you.”

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.

When I was five, I was always excited whenever it was time for bed. My Grandma Momma will cook our dinner. Let me brush my teeth and comb my long hair. And after that, she will put me into bed and bedtime stories will follow. She told me a lot of fantasy stories, but my favorite was the pirate of the Lost Sea named Escarial. He was the epitome of perfection. Gentleman, handsome, a knight in shining armor to most of the ladies in their land, and most of all, he caught the heart of the brave princess, Athalia.