Sirens Lament Book Novels & Stories

“Quiet. Then I’m going to flip you over and do it again.” The tension tightened quickly. Lila bit the pillow to stay quiet as the orgasm rolled through her, pussy tightening around him in hard pulses. He kept moving through it until her legs shook, then pulled out, rolled her onto her back, and pushed back inside in one smooth motion. He hooked her knees over his elbows and folded her open. The new angle let him drive deeper. His eyes stayed fixed on her, his jaw tense. “Look at me.” She did. He fucked her harder, the headboard tapping the wall in a steady rhythm. When she came the second time her back arched off the mattress and a broken sound escaped her. Roman followed a few strokes later

" Her trembling fingers hovered above the glowing text as the words pulsed faintly before fading into nothingness. A moment later, the page turned to ash, crumbling into delicate fragments that fell from her hands. Selene sat still for a moment as if her breath stopped while her heart kept pounding in her chest. The emptiness left behind by the book's disintegration felt like a chasm swallowing her whole. "What... are you trying to say?" she whispered shakily, her voice barely audible over the sound of her heartbeat. "Are you leaving me with riddles?" Her hands tightened into fists, ash falling from her trembling fingers as a wave of frustration surged through her. Her grief overwhelmed her,

I asked Lena, hoping she could explain this all to me, since she was raised with the sirens, and I wasn’t. “When a siren dies, their soul returns to the sea. Our mother is trying to tell us that she is here for us and that she will always be here, even though she can’t physically be here.” Lena explains it to me, and I remember back to all the times that I heard the song. Every time something was happening in my life, and she must have wanted me to know that she was there for me. But it didn’t explain why I almost drowned each time. “When you hear the song, do you want to go to it, like it is calling for you?” I asked Lena, hoping I wasn’t the only one of us that almost drowned from it.

The group of Sirens are silent to the orc ear, but are loud to the elves. “What do we do here Ferrowstrangth? Siren inbounds, about five or so maybe more.” Butcher’s voice made Catarina’s skin crawl but he is right, within the loop of their travels they have started tailing two parties now. Butcher hears the voice of the druid fill the void of his thoughts. “Have they noticed us?” While he runs, Butcher looks at his gauntlets in for a brief moment that same arcane spell that he used on the heart seekers emanate a small purple light, streaming along the gauntlets armor and within that moment he is able to see through the eyes of the heart seekers to determine the question that the druid asks

“That’s because it’s calling to you and when you don't it becomes upset and comes forward.” I frowned. “Calling to me?” “Your power isn’t just waking up,” he explained. “It’s trying to wake you up. Your true self.” A shiver ran down my spine. “I don’t understand.” Theo tapped the book again. “Sirens are unique. They don’t just manipulate magic—they manipulate emotion. They can make people feel things. Love. Fear. Despair. They can sway entire armies with just a whisper. A powerful enough siren can drown cities without ever touching the water.”

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be

It is at this time the monster bitch Vesuvius starts to shake the earth. This tremor is a little harder than the others. The earthquakes are only going to be worse before the volcano finally belches her dragon breath onto Pompeii. "I hate Neptune's gifts," Eurydice says when the trembling stops. "Me too," I tell her truthfully. "It feels as though he is angry at us," Eurydice complains. I want to use her gripes as an advantage. Possibly she can turn her father's opinion of these "gifts" into what they indeed are. Signs of a significant catastrophe looming not too far in the distant future.

Tiana Greene arrives on Lycan Isle with nothing but a suitcase, a scarred past, and a desperate need for work. When she is hired as a maid in the sprawling cliff-side mansion of Ross Lycan – the island’s reclusive billionaire – she expects long hours, strict rules, and silence. What she does not expect is the man himself: cold as the steel in his voice, brutally private, and carrying a shadow in his gaze that keeps everyone at arm’s length. Rumours whisper through the island of former staff fleeing in fear, of Ross’s cruelty, and of the mysteriously vanished brother whose memory haunts the mansion halls. Tiana tries to keep her distance, but every forbidden glance and accidental touch tight

It was a text from an unknown number. I opened it, my hands trembling. It was a picture. A picture of me, standing in front of Eavon's car, the very same night Orion died. My face was a mask of shock and terror, and in the background, a woman with a dog was pointing at me, her mouth open in a scream. The text below the picture read: I can give you the answers you're looking for. Meet me tomorrow at the old lighthouse at midnight. Come ALONE.

Da Vinci's was. The predominant color of the candles was red and as the flames swayed with the steady flow of the air in the atmosphere, the reddish hue in the room continued to deepen. Officer Hilary was gripped with fear as he realized that he was alone. There was no sign of his friend, yet. He pushed further from the anteroom and opened the next door which also did not resist. He stood still by the door and watched the woman seated on the floor gazing at a much older man before her. Officer Hilary swallowed hard. This must be the Shaman, he thought.