Kappa X Siren Novels & Stories

The others eyed Zierno and Edward’s garb greedily. But not this one. He’s shrewd. When he only stared at them, one thief prompted him. “Demitri?” The leader turned to the rest. “Get Sirus.” Another nodded and rode back into the trees. Sirus? What’s a ‘Sirus’? Zierno groaned inwardly. Riding back for someone meant they had a camp close. Edward was perceptive enough to shoot him a worried look. Don’t start whining again. Zierno willed.

Dre asked surprised. “Every word spoken and every breath taken in this pack land is known here, babe,” Xeon chuckled. “Every security, audio and olfactory system has been designed by Kyler and me personally,” he revealed. “So we heard Alpha Zarek tell Samantha something about Code Red which I guessed was a mission,” he added. “Is that how you detected us on the first day here ?” Dre asked while pouting.

A hidden panel slid back, revealing an antiquated brass terminal a manual interface that predated the Senator’s digital reach. ​"I need the sequence from the silk," Lucas said, his fingers hovering over the brass keys. ​Elena read the silver stitches. "Alpha-Seven-Niner... Weaver... Omega... Zero." ​Lucas punched in the code. For a heartbeat, nothing happened. Then, the building's siren changed pitch. The frantic, high-pitched scream shifted to a low, rhythmic hum. On the monitors in the hallway, the countdown froze at 12 SECONDS. ​THERMAL SUPPRESSION SYSTEM ACTIVATED. GAS VENTING ENGAGED.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

Smoke poured through the vents. Her phone buzzed. Kira: Triggered mine. You? Sienna: Done. Heading to rendezvous. There was still one piece left. Dominic.

He sarcastically stated, "You don't appear to mind the whatever it is down there. In fact, you're enthusiastic enough to step on it bare feet." Serenity's lips curved up further. "Alpha, it's just that I didn't want to trouble you further. I am a doctor after all. I can't be that squeamish," Serenity expressed. "Your help will never be forgotten. You know what I would appreciate more?" Kieran raised one of his eyebrows. "If you let me see the CCTV footage," Serenity voiced out. To this, Kieran replied, "CCTV? Our pack is too primitive to have these fancy technology."

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Gamma Kiron had just returned from morning patrol with his men, after passing through the front gates, he’d seen them off to their posts and stopped by the dungeon shortly before intending to retire to his quarters, but something stopped him from leaving when he got to the dungeon gates. It was a loud feminine voice in distress, he recognizes that voice anywhere, maybe its because he hears it often from the outside of master’s bedroom, but the voice sounded just too familiar to ignore.

My head jerks up instinctively, every nerve in my body going taut. A warrior's voice carries as they shout in the distance, and before I can process it, another sound follows. Closer this time. Louder. The ground trembles beneath me, the vibration running straight through my already weakened body, and my heart drops so suddenly it feels like it’s been ripped from my chest. No. No, no, Voices rise around me, no longer confused but panicked and urgent. “Alpha!” “Alpha Kieran, we’re under attack!” Seren barks orders at a group of warriors nearby, “Everyone get into position!”

He charged forward, not toward Marcus, but toward the nearest server bank—a row of servers that was clearly the control hub for the Sentinels' comms system. Marcus roared, activating the Final Sentinels. “Neutralize the Asset! Terminate Kian Massoud!” The Sentinels moved with blinding, mechanical speed—two chrome blurs aimed directly at Kian.