Calling Siren Head Novels & Stories

Chapter 83 – Surface The sirens weren’t subtle. They didn’t wail in panic. They didn’t race past. They surrounded. Layered. Approaching from multiple directions. Not responding to an incident—closing a perimeter. Reeves stood still in the hollowed chamber, listening like he could triangulate jurisdiction by sound alone. “That’s not local,” he said. “No,” the tailored man replied quietly. “It isn’t.” My phone buzzed again. Unknown sender.

A shrill tune sounded in the room and the screen lit up with a call request from the authorities. Though why it was said to be a call request, Arnold had no idea. It wasn’t as if someone could dare to decline it. His hands quivered as he chose ‘pick up the call in manual mode’ instead of brainwave mode. He could only hope that his choice was accepted. He let out a sigh of relief when the call got connected. “Mr. Zen on the call.”

What had Arisha seen in her young life? Sharon pulled Arisha into a chair. “Habibti, sit quietly and play your Candy Game.” Pulling out her phone, Arisha smiled lovingly at her mother. Through his earpiece, he heard the teams checking in, approaching from the wrong level. That was his fault for rushing the meet. Sully spoke into his comms. “We’re on level two. At the food court.” He turned to Stone. “They’re approaching from entrance five, but they’re still on level one. Intercept them.”

he replied. I was about to ask who his cousin was when there were six loud bangs. Girls screamed, and the music was cut off. People looked panicked, and I was wondering why, until I heard him. "WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU ALL DOING IN MY HOUSE?" That seemed enough to get people attracted to the voice. I had felt something else from hearing it, but I seemingly had the same response as Scott and I followed everyone inside. I couldn't see the commotion from where I was, but I could hear it. Baby, you're home early," I heard the redhead from earlier say.

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

​I connect the surveillance feed to my phone, grab it, and run for the sound room down the hall, my hands shaking as I patch every speaker in the house into a single feed and select the loudest track and hit maximum volume across all ground-floor zones. ​The entire ground floor of the mansion explodes with deafening, room-shaking orchestral music. That’s the distraction I needed. ​The sudden roar of sound rips through the estate, disorienting everyone mid fight, and I use the half second of chaos to disconnect the main speakers, route the feed straight to my own headset instead, and scream into it. “Behind you!” I roar into the mic at the absolute top of my lungs, the sound blasting through

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

When you need to contact Satine, all you have to do is tap the small black screw on the frame. Studying the sunglasses, Cassian found a tiny black screw on the frame. It looked like it was just there to keep the frame in place, not some kind of switch for a voice communication system. "You're sure this thing can really contact Satine?" Cassian asked doubtfully. "Of course!" Felix replied. Cassian put them on and tapped the screw, saying, "Hello? Can anyone hear me?" "Hello. This is Satine," a sweet and gentle voice replied.

"What do you mean?" "And the prison" Elara coughed, and the sound of something falling echoed in the background. "…the prison is…" The line cut out. It wasn't like a normal dropped call. There was a strange electronic chirp, followed by a hissing burst of static, and then total silence. Siron tried to call back. No connection. He tried again. Same result. The Soul Flower on his chest gave a violent throb, thump, as if it had been startled. Siron gasped, clutching his chest. The usual warmth turned into a stabbing heat, like a hot wire touching his skin from the inside.

Shaking my head, I snorted and turned away from the manor, wondering why I was even dwelling on and wasting precious brain power on Walker. Approaching the edge of the wood, the blaring alarm alerts me that my phone has been connected to a satellite and causes me to practically jump out of my skin. Snatching the phone from my vest pocket, I tip my head down so my oversized hood blocks the battering rain from soaking the phone. The screen reads: CONNECT CALL WITH EMERGENCY CONTACT # ONE AND SEND SOS TO LOCAL EMERGENCY/RESCUE SERVICES?