Valérie and the Lost Siren (Part 2) (1750)




    

“S-s-s-son?! You have a—a son?!”



    

Valérie McLaren clutched her heart and fell backwards onto her bed. Shock was setting in for her as the words of siren Kira Romulus bounced aroun

The Lost Siren (1750)



    

In a brightly-lit room on the second floor of a rustic inn & tavern in Boston, the irritated French-Scot witch Valérie McLaren spoke to a mirror in front of her. Wearing a simple blue blouse with matching skirt and white socks, the Sister of Salem was updating her coven’s leader, Abigail Williams, about potential succubus activity here in the