Calling Siren Head Novels & Stories

His fingers flew across the keyboard as they launched the tracking software. On the screen, the incoming number appeared as a long string of scrambled numbers starting with "+00". It was a virtual phone call. Thomas pointed at the phone and mouthed to Silas. "Answer. Put it on speaker. Keep them talking as long as you can." Silas closed his eyes and forced the murderous rage churning deep inside his chest. He extended a hand that had turned slightly pale from the rain, calmly tapped the answer button, and turned on speakerphone mode. "Hello."

Damien said into the phone, “Alright sir, but is there no signal from the Surveillance Corps” Steve asked, “Yes. Even their headquarters lost all signals already and they really don’t have any clue of what is happening presently ...” Damien noticed a call coming in, it was the chairman calling ... “Please Steve, let me give you a call back, I have to pick something urgent please” Damien said, ending the call without waiting for his reply, He waited for the first ring of the chairman to stop before he picked the next one, he took a deep breath as the call came in again, and he picked it as he placed the call on loudspeaker speaking into the phone mouthpiece

The sirens didn't stop. Elena had been hoping they would. That it would turn out to be something routine, a standard resonance alert that got logged and filed and sent to a junior analyst who'd get to it in the morning. But the sound had multiplied in the last ten minutes — not louder, exactly, but more directional, coming from different points on the compass now instead of just the east, which meant vehicles, which meant deployment, which meant this was not getting filed. Garrett had his earpiece in and his expression was the one he wore when the information coming through it was not improving.

"You're in Densel's lair now, not my own." "Fine," Mitchel growls, frustration boiling beneath the surface. He whips around to face the display system, his eyes narrowing with fierce determination. With a sudden, violent motion, he fires several rounds into the control panel, sparks erupting like fireworks as the door creaks open. The blaring sirens pierce the air, their sharp, jarring wails igniting an urgency within us all, pushing us into action as the reality of our situation crashes around us.

Out beyond the fence, the city answered with a ragged choir of howls. Zak’s finger tightened. “Don’t even breathe.” Sara’s gaze flicked past him, over the tents, toward the far edge where a small figure knelt in a pool of searchlight haze, hands up, pendant bright against her throat. Her smile split into something older. “The child,” she murmured. “Return her to me.” Zak felt the command skitter along his skin like ants and shook it off with a snarl. “Not today.” Sorenson keyed his radio through gritted teeth. “All teams—Bind broadcast confirmed. Helmets sealed. Mau, cut public address—no tones, no music, nothing she can ride.”

The black-clad Cleaners dropped their weapons, their electronic headsets emitting a high-frequency tone that forced them to their knees. The silver-fox chopper of the Corsairs touched down in the center of the wheat field. Siren stepped out, her cybernetic eye glowing a fierce, frantic violet. She looked up at Julian on the roof, then at the barn, which was now pulsing with a rhythmic, amber light. "You did it, Thorne," Siren shouted over the dying whine of the engines. "You brought a goddess into a basement. Do you have any idea what you’ve just handed the world?"

The stillness wasn't normal, the sound seems to have been altered. We arrived at the tower and silently ascended the stairs. Through shattered windows, the wind howled. The sad and helpless old warning sirens blinked in circles. Malek switched the relay on at the top. “Warming up”, he stated, “It would take a minute, “once it's up, I’d send a blast to the Old Outcast Frequency.” Tyra kept her blade out and stood beside the doorway. Kieran paced up and down, looking around, staring out at the ruins.

picked up a terrifying new frequency. ​"The Siren is no longer broadcasting data," Lyra reported, her holographic form standing at the very edge of the forward viewport. Her data-gown was now a sharp, warning crimson. "It has pivoted to Solar Induction. Kael, it’s not trying to harvest us anymore. It’s deploying the Sun-Snuffer."

Where I will be willing to be a fool for her. Siren's head suddenly pops out from the window, catching my attention. At once, I waved up at her, and she smiled. I watch her take her cell phone and put a call across me. The new room of Hayven, 0028, is up there on the top floor, so we would either wake the sleeping students up or we'd have our conversation silently on cellphones. " Hi Seraf, " Siren's perfect voice came through when I answered the call, and I looked up towards her as though to answer her.

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante