Sirin Anime Novels & Stories

Three Months Later: Bangkok ****************************** "Ahh...Siri..," Pai moaned as Siri bit and suckled at his sensitive collar bone. The older man was clutching and pulling at Siri's shirt, in what looked like an attempt to unbutton it. However, with the ministrations of Siri's talented mouth, Pai felt unable to do anything, except melt in the strong arms of the man he truly loved.

“A futile question, Siron. I have gathered memories from many sources. I know more about you than you remember yourself.” Siron backed up again, but his leg hit a chair. He nearly fell. “Morat, Lyra, get ready. We have to fight.” “Agreed,” they both replied in unison. Siron raised his hands and exerted his weave. Golden, blue, and pink light erupted from his palms, forming a sphere of energy that he hurled at the Mimic. But the Mimic simply raised his hand, and the energy sphere was absorbed by the shadow tentacles in front of him. “The same energy. But you are tired, Siron. The seal repairs, the battle with the Devourer... you are not in prime condition.”

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.

“Okay.” “Okay, what?” Victor prompted, his voice hardening. “I need you to be clear about what you’re agreeing to.” Kai’s eyes fluttered open. He looked into Victor’s cold, demanding gaze. “I’ll… I’ll pay you the other way.” Victor’s smile widened. “Good boy. We’re going to have some fun tonight.” He released Kai’s shirt and took a step back, crossing his arms over his broad chest. “First rule. You do not speak unless spoken to. Second rule. You will address me as Sir. Is that understood?”

Kaima had spoken. But not as a return. As a departure. Ari was sitting under a twisted leaf-tree in the outer grove of Lisra’s Reach when she met Siran. Sixteen. Unmarked. Brilliant. angry. Siran had eyes like storm light and a voice that refused to stay quiet. “You speak of memory like it’s sacred,” she said, pacing in tight circles. “But memory’s just permission to wait.” Ari let the words come. Siran’s hands were marked with chalk sigils, unstable and beautiful.

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?

Faline pushed the fabric open and walked out into the night air. “So the fainting young mistress is awake.” Siri sat a few meters away with a bottle of alcohol in hand. His thin sword was placed next to him along with cleaning and sharpening tools. He appeared relaxed but his guard was still up as if he was half-expecting trouble. “Don’t call me that," she snapped at him. “Go bother someone else with your aggravating presence.” Levi was natural at mocking but he was not annoying at all. It was most likely because he would add endearments right after his insults. However, with Siri Jōn, as if he was intentionally annoying her to boot. Like right now.

By then, she remembered a scene from Azul's memory. He was facing some kind of war and he was the only one left alive. Through the mask that he is wearing, black flame fumes. It engulfs him and he shouted in agony as if it was his last cry. Then after a second, he fell in silence. Just when he was being attacked by some people who looks like the Light Oracles, Azul stood up and raised his hands. In a deep, scary voice, he ordered, "Rebirth." When Saiya's mind returned to the present, she was shocked by what's happening all around her; shadows from the dead villagers starts emerging.

Hana didn't let her soft emotions take hold for too long; the next arrow launched by her faster than before. The fan in Sirrius' hand continued to swing at a more excellent and faster speed. Hana immediately dripped awakening water over her eyes. She didn't give Sirrius time to rest, the next arrow darting out and pinning his leg. Sirrius was a dogged man, and even though the arrow was slowly burning part of his flesh, he didn't wince in annoyance. Hana secretly marveled at Sirrius' ability and stamina. But this is a fight, not a place for applause and sympathy. The faster the fan rotates, the less the water bottle in Hana's hand.