The Siren -Ongoing
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Divers Dark and Down
Of all the blades and bullets in the world, nothing cuts like a song. Whispers on the wind that burrow deep into the heart of any man with ears and often from the mouths of others. Merchants with eyes for gold and gilding hearing of pearls and drops of sun. Sailors with hands for nets hearing of waters like glass full of creatures unknown. Even scholars, who've lived for little else but maps, parchment, and pages Soaked with ink, turn to the world for more than knowledge, or satins, silks, or spices. Lured by a tune like a fish to a hook, hungry for a dream. But what if that dream comes at a cost more hefty than coin? What if the price cuts as deep as the song, And soaks your hands redder than the ledger you're desperate to fill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Since the first siren sighting, people have told tales of their dangers, warning Sailors to be wary of their bewitching songs, lest they lead them early to a dark Watery grave. Only a fool would leave his ears open to a Sirens song, or so many have been told, until Whispers of magic stranger and more enticing came, rumors of miracles and medicine made possible if you were brave enough to face the seas to claim a Sirens scales. Since the rising tide of such tales, the seas became far quieter, as rich choruses of song were sharply silenced, and the ocean itself became even more vicious with fury at its children being hunted. Hunted by Scholars thirsty for forbidden wisdom. Hunted by merchants greedy for more bloodstained wealth. Hunted by soldiers, clad in royal colors, setting out by the thousands to collect for their king. A queen cries out to the ocean for help. For a hero to save her children. And the ocean sends no hero. The ocean sends pirates. The ocean sends those who once fled from the sound of Sirens songs, now singing choruses of their own, brandishing scales of silver and steel, hungering for things greater than gold. They want glory. They want blood. They want revenge. They want a kings head.
ethereal
(SOME CHAPTERS ARE REWRITTEN) When an Alpha finally finds his mate, but finds that she's not a werewolf, but instead something much more unexpected. Once he learns what comes with her... ... will he remain certain that she is what he's been waiting what felt like decades for? - "Are you still sure?" I grunted as her hands held my neck She hummed while gazing up at me through her hooded eyes- "Just fuck me, Kaden" Highest rankings: #1 in Siren #1 in Beta #3 in Mermaid #3 in Mates THIS STORY CONTAINS: - mature themes - strong languages - some sexual contents - violence and graphic scenes written: september 2021 published: november 2021Complete
Pastel Colored Sadness
Taylor is a mermaiden in love, cursed by her own father to have no heart and to live as a Siren. The only way she can ever see her mother and younger brother again is to hold the heart of a Fire Dragon. Seth is a Siren told he had to marry Taylor all his life. Given everything he wants, he doesn't take kindly to Taylor forging her own destiny. His future is to become the most powerful in the sea, and he will do all it takes to follow that prophecy. Theo is Taylor's protective kid brother. After being sent away by their uncle to live with a Vampire family friend. Theo is saved from the nightmare his life had become by the most unlikely of people: Outcasts from the many worlds and sworn protectors of the living. Theo has a life-changing decision before him and lost memories to find. These three, connected by fate, must fight for peace and fulfill their destinies as the Children of the Moon and Sea in this first novel: Pastel Colored Sadness.Complete
Siren Song (The Fated #1)
Iliana Katrakis couldn't care less about the will of the gods, and she's certain they feel the same way about her. After all, it's rare for the god-touched to live normal lives--and that's all she wants. Having spent the last three years aboard the merchant ship Airlea, Iliana couldn't be happier. Sure, her best friend Kain is the only one who knows she's a girl, but it's a good life. The work is simple, and her shipmates are the closest thing to a family she has. Fate, however, is not on her side. A storm tosses the Airlea wildly off course. Within the day, she's stranded, alone and injured, on a foggy island known only as Inna's Cove. She's given a choice: become one of the islands' goddess blessed sirens and rescue her best friend, or take her chance with the monster-infested woods. The choice seems obvious. That is, until the mercenaries arrive. Their captain wants a siren--and not even the threat of the goddess' wrath will change his mind. **Cover by MoranaComplete
Oracles of Ice
Legends are legends, handed down through oral tradition. Some legends are true, some not so much. Putting the legend of the frozen mermaid to the test, Gaielle, a siren from Berth, ventures ashore to investigate the earthen realm despite the protest of her brother and dying father. Though tragedy separates kingdoms and Aethelfrith must come to terms with the death of his nephew at his own hands, he ascends a throne that is not his to serve the Warrick people. A rocky marriage, a curse the likes of which the kingdoms of Eldon have never seen, and a secret affair that leads to a forbidden pregnancy come crashing down around Aethelfrith and Gaielle. Things will never be the same for them upon delivery of The Oracles of Ice.Complete
Return (mxm)
I have been on display for the humans as long as I can remember. I'm nothing but a trained seal, a show pony. Something to "ooh" and "ahh" at by young and old their hands and faces pressed against the glass of my prison. I follow every order. I obey every command. I have to, though I resent his control over my life with every fiber of my being. If I disobey, if I become too much of a problem, he may give me exactly what I wish for. He may let me return. -This story has depictions of violence, depression, panic attacks, gore. Please read at your own discretion- Highest rankings thanks to all of you wonderful readers! : #5 in "Mermaid" #17 in "Sirens"
Of all the blades and bullets in the world, nothing cuts like a song. Whispers on the wind that burrow deep into the heart of any man with ears and often from the mouths of others. Merchants with eyes for gold and gilding hearing of pearls and drops of sun. Sailors with hands for nets hearing of waters like glass full of creatures unknown. Even scholars, who've lived for little else but maps, parchment, and pages Soaked with ink, turn to the world for more than knowledge, or satins, silks, or spices. Lured by a tune like a fish to a hook, hungry for a dream. But what if that dream comes at a cost more hefty than coin? What if the price cuts as deep as the song, And soaks your hands redder than the ledger you're desperate to fill. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Since the first siren sighting, people have told tales of their dangers, warning Sailors to be wary of their bewitching songs, lest they lead them early to a dark Watery grave. Only a fool would leave his ears open to a Sirens song, or so many have been told, until Whispers of magic stranger and more enticing came, rumors of miracles and medicine made possible if you were brave enough to face the seas to claim a Sirens scales. Since the rising tide of such tales, the seas became far quieter, as rich choruses of song were sharply silenced, and the ocean itself became even more vicious with fury at its children being hunted. Hunted by Scholars thirsty for forbidden wisdom. Hunted by merchants greedy for more bloodstained wealth. Hunted by soldiers, clad in royal colors, setting out by the thousands to collect for their king. A queen cries out to the ocean for help. For a hero to save her children. And the ocean sends no hero. The ocean sends pirates. The ocean sends those who once fled from the sound of Sirens songs, now singing choruses of their own, brandishing scales of silver and steel, hungering for things greater than gold. They want glory. They want blood. They want revenge. They want a kings head.
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