Darkfallen – Siren Song: Darkfallen, #5

By Leona D. Reish

Contact with the prison island of Sarandin has gone quiet for some nights. Uneasy at the prospect of what this may entail, the warden Aneirin travels with a contingent of guards by sea to discover what difficulties have befallen the island's watchers and protectors. As her ship enters a thick fog, she will find her feeling of unease was more than warranted, yet none can resist when brought before a true Siren's song. Both Aneirin's fate and that of Sarandin Isle may prove to be beyond her wildest imagining. A seductress of the depths calls.


This book contains Female to Male transformation and is intended for an adult audience only.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Leona D. Reish
• Release date: Feb 28, 2022
• ISBN: 9798201547578

Leona D. Reish

From demons to monsters and demi-human monster girls, Leona D. Reish draws from the paranormal, myth and fantasy to create otherworldly stories of sweet corruption, divine machination and the most unlikely romances. It is here, beyond the odd vampire and werewolf, that you’ll touch tales of tails from deeper into the realms of fantasy. From lamiae and arachnes to other powerful undead and divine rulers, behind every face lies familiar desires and vulnerable hearts. Not every story is set in such high fantasy, however, as more grounded contemporary and even historic tales have been written in which more domestic taboos and powers are often revelled in. Throughout them all Leona brings an understanding of the delicacy and romance underlying darker kinks and fetishes to present the most erotic escapes to realms that can – and often should – only exist by the blessing of books and the support of avid readers. To this day Leona fights all the world’s evils within her mind to strive to bring you more great content. If you’ve enjoyed what she does and want to see more, consider following her profile and showing your support on social media where comments are always appreciated and help reinforce that the audience is really there.

Book preview

Siren Song

Cutting through turbulent waves with an elegant build made for such journeys, a lone ship makes its way towards Sarandin Isle. Moons had passed since the Wardens’ last communication, prompting a small, independent investigation from the nearby nation of Oscal. It was now the second night at sea, and walking the deck, Aneirin could not help but feel ill at ease. As a warden on leave, she had joined the expedition as an intermediary, yet her nerves were more on end than any even as they came within hours of the island.

For what seemed just another night at sea, the air was all too chilled, the fog too thick across the deck. Unsettling as the malaise was, Aneirin reassured herself that such strange circumstances were not so rare at sea despite her fears. Shrugging the cold off, she pulled up her brown Warden cloak and continued across the deck. Sighing as she brushed the light blonde hair behind her pointed elven ears, she shook her head to ruffle the bangs and swing the long ponytail. Simply another night, she reassured herself, the watchtowers would light their way once they reached the island.

Just a few more hours of this... Murmuring quietly to herself, she looked up at the ship’s tall masts and sails, creaking and flapping quietly in the clouded night’s breeze. Muffled sound of revelry seeped up from below, reaching her sensitive ears as deckhands ran to and fro, shouting through the murky darkness to one another.

Content nothing was amiss, Aneirin shrugged slightly and smiled to herself as she ducked down below deck where the soft lull of music reached her much more clearly. Returning to her small cabin to rest, naught but the slow sway and creak of the seafaring ship joined her as she dropped down onto the bed, sighing again and closing her eyes. These travels were always so long and dreary, uneventfully crossing the seemingly endless ocean was a necessary part of her journeys, but far from part that would feature in stories to be.

Yet this night would prove to be different before long. A low groan flexing across the bow did not wake Aneirin at first, not until a soft, rumbling quake rattled through the ship in its wake. Not violent enough to have run aground, crashed or been attacked by pirates that simply did not operate in these waters, it was the sudden stillness to follow that caused her to slowly rouse. It was the rumbling of having docked – if rather roughly – yet they were nowhere near their destination, or any dockable port she knew of for that matter.

Had they drifted off course through the fog, hauled sails and had the good fortune to merely bump cliffs? Whatever the case, Aneirin could no longer sleep. Rubbing her eyes to shake the fog that had seeped into her mind, she rose