Sirens Lament Book Novels & Stories

Lylah, deep in thought, heard the sound and rushed to check on her. “Is everything alright, Madam Selene?” she asked the older woman, who was staring at an empty safe. “It was there last week,” Selene muttered under her breath, eyes wide as she reached inside—but it was still empty. “What is it you’re looking for?” Selene glanced back at Lylah. “The Book of Old Tales… the one that contains information about the Ouroboros,” Selene said, visibly disturbed. “It held secrets and…” Lylah’s frown deepened while Selene felt her chest tighten. Her voice dropped low in despair. “…It’s gone.”

Chapter 12: Werewolves vs Sirens At the sight of the woman dragging the lifeless Jonathan into the water, my senses returned, drowning the artificial voices that had whispered in my head. “Jonathan! I screamed at the top of my voice. Hayley and Eric turned to me, confusion written on their faces. Eric drew out his spear and threw it, striking the siren on the arm. With a roar, she lunged at him. But before she could get any closer, Hayley shot at her, her arrow piercing the siren’s heart. With a loud cry, the siren fell into the sea, the water around her, turning crimson. Suddenly, more sirens began to rise from the water, their predatory gazes locked on us. Some jumped on the boat, their ta

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

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.

Aislen’s plea was directed at Niarthen and was sharp with fear. The Mer man’s expression was one of concern and confusion. It was not what he had expected either, Sigrid realized, her eyes returning to the Sirens. Niarthen had believed that the Sirens were there to subdue and restrain Leighton and his wife, however, someone higher ranked had issued different instructions to the Sirens. They had come with the intention of destroying Leighton and his wife. And they were succeeding. Verina’s skin had begun to blister and flake away.

“But you must be sure you’re ready. What comes next is not a tale of love, it’s one of loss, of punishment, of war, of chaos and mayhem.” Seraphine hesitated. Her chest ached, but her curiosity burned stronger. “I need to know. Please.” The parrot nodded once. “Then turn the page.” Seraphine wiped her eyes, drew in a shaking breath, and opened the next page. The air around her shimmered again, the golden library fading into mist. Before her eyes, a new vision unfolded… Selene, her mother, bound by glowing chains of magic, standing in a vast marble hall before the Thrones of Aetherborn.

Theresa was old enough to have experience, but looked young enough to please Salem’s eyes—two key requirements for a housekeeper in his home. “Where is Salem now?” I asked. A good feeding would soothe my nerves. “He’s not at home, my lady. I couldn’t tell you.” Grumbling, I headed to Salem’s library. Perhaps he had a book I could entertain myself with. Once there, I found a book lying open on a desk. It was titled Mythic Bloodlines: Lost & Fabled Lilitu. Curious, I studied an illustration on the open page. It depicted a trio of strange-looking women, just like the ones Salem had been painting all this time. The accompanying text stated:

Marco added before he dropped the call. I guess it was time to unbury the hatchet. Even if it has rotten in the ground, we don't have a choice. //////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////// Dear Readers, Vampire and the Siren is now available on A****n, you can get a copy for an affordable price. Same book title and book cover by Musa Anastasia. Thank you.

I walk over to Lakelyn and embrace her as well when she breaks down into sobs in Selene’s arms. “He killed one of your children, didn’t he?” I asked quietly. “Yes, we Sirens only give birth to girls, and he took not just one of my daughters but three of them.” She whispers, and I can tell this still hurt her like it had happened yesterday. “I’m so sorry Lakelyn that this happened to you, to all of you. None of you deserved this.” I say softly. “I’m asking you, however; to let these ladies and their male counter parts on the next incoming ship, to make landfall on the island. I promise that they will not harm the children or others who are there.” Selene promises, holding her hand out to the

She looked unsure of what was happening and hesitantly brought her hand up and wrapped her fingers around his index finger. Brett pulled them back and turned his palm over to examine what he wrote on it. He looked back and Sapphire and pushed his lips out, forming a small sad face. “Sorry, Sapphire. It’s Statue of Liberty for today.” “What?” Sapphire asked and pulled his hand to examine what he wrote.. On the index finger was written ‘S’ and on the middle, one was written ‘L’.