Warbreaker Siri Novels & Stories

it was the same voice the Whisperer had used when controlling Kit. “You,” Siron growled. “Me? I’m Alaric. But you can call me... Ari.” He winked his silver eyes. “A younger, fresher version. Thanks for the clean ley line, by the way. Helped me maintain this form.” “Where is my mother?” Siron asked, trying to see into the room. “She’s fine. Sleeping.” Ari stepped aside, allowing them to look. Siron’s mother lay quietly in bed, looking peaceful. But beside her sat Gideon. Gideon’s face was blank, his eyes closed, and a faint silver light seeped from his eyelids.

Across the forest, Saris felt the shift. She stood in her obsidian sanctum, a model of her Circle burning on the table before her. When the deer knelt to Ari, the flame in her pendant hissed. She stared at it. And smiled. “Let her build it,” she whispered. “Let her try.” She walked to the wall of living bark part of the forest she had bound to her will. “Ready the twins,” she said. “Send in the Choir.” A soldier bowed. “They won’t survive a direct strike.”

"Jessica was looking for a trophy. Serena was just looking for a way out." Silas blinked, a slow, mechanical movement that felt a second too long. He leaned against a server rack, his hand trembling as he gripped the frame. "Serena... right. The silver one. The Savior." He paused, a look of profound, hollow confusion crossing his face. "Remind me again, Aria. Why is she the Savior? My logs... the entries keep turning into white noise."

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

My heart started beating faster and the tingling sensation on my arms grew rapidly. " I'm… I'm " I stuttered backing up some steps. Sebastian sprinted towards the boy who lay unconscious on the ground. He placed two of his fingers on the guy's neck probably to check his pulse. He quickly proceeded to dial a number on his phone. " I … I didn't mean….I didn't want to kill him, I'm so … I'm so sorry. He just came at me...and ...and I just snapped…." My voice trembled seeing Sebastian's reaction.

His amber eyes glinted with wicked amusement as he emphasized the separation, driving his point home with deliberate venom. The tension between them crackled like a live wire, but the moment was shattered by Bruce’s guttural voice. "Enough," he snarled, stepping forward, his half-transformed form casting a twisted shadow across the room. His glowing amber eyes locked onto Ryker with a dangerous intensity. "Where is she? Where’s Sarai?" Ryker’s posture stiffened, and he took a step forward, his knife glinting in the dim light. "You’ll never touch her," he said coldly. "I’d die before I let any of you bastards get near her."

Or they drowned her to spite me. Sirens and werewolves will always be enemies. There is no place in my heart for them. They are ruthless warriors always turning their enemies against each other. Humans revere sirens as something to love. They celebrate mermaids and sirens with cute little dolls and put them on t-shirts. Those images are all dubious. It is a lie to think such ruthless creatures are harmless, beautiful, or friendly. My father was foolish enough to trust sirens and he lost his very own brother over it. Trust was broken and a war broke out. The sirens will never prevail and will never show true empathy.

They all gonna die. Badbloods and Reapers were coming to them. Serra found herself back on Danika's voice. "Go heal the captain and the injured." She said in panic. "We will hold them off. Go!" At that, Serra quickly climed down and healed the injured. Her hand burst with golden flame and touched their arms. Sisi appeared beside her, looking dreadful.

And somehow, a part of her was proud to stand beside him. ________________________________________ After the meeting ended, Alexandro had other matters to attend to, and he instructed one of his betas to stay with Serena. A young woman approached, her steps confident and light, a small smile playing at her lips. She was dressed in black leather armor, her dark hair braided tightly, and a sword rested casually at her hip. "Lady Serena," she said, bowing slightly. "I'm Kiara. Beta of the Blood Moon Pack." Serena blinked in surprise. She hadn’t expected to see a woman among the warriors—and certainly not holding the high rank of Beta.