Port Haven Sirens Novels & Stories

Her eyes burned from lack of sleep, her lower back aching from sitting upright through four hours of back-to-back emergency board calls. Across the room, Julian stood near his desk, his suit jacket off, his white shirt sleeves rolled twice up his forearms. He held his phone pressed tightly to his ear, his thumb tapping a rapid rhythm against the edge of the mahogany wood. "What do you mean the harbor authority won't clear the docks?" Julian asked, his voice deceptively quiet, carrying a sharp, dangerous edge. "The customs clearance manifest was filed at midnight." He paused, listening to the muffled, panicked voice on the receiver. On the main wall monitor behind him, a satellite tracking ma

"Agatha’s maritime lookouts are utilizing an old maritime frequency that dates back to the first territorial split. If we cross the harbor perimeter under our current signatures, the warehouse grid will go completely dark before our boots hit the docks." "Then we drop the electronic signatures entirely," I responded directly through our shared mental link, my golden amber eyes narrowing into sharp predatory focus as I watched the dim, yellow lights of Port Veridian begin to blink through the gray sea fog ahead. "Tell the Phalanx to cut the main generators on the rear transports. We roll into the fishing docks on auxiliary battery power alone." The convoy slowed to an absolute crawl, the heav

​They stood together in the soft amber light of the stateroom as the sun fully breached the horizon outside, painting the grey ocean in brilliant streaks of gold and blood-red. ​The ship’s intercom chimed softly—a crisp, double-tone signal from the bridge. ​"Captain to the master suite. We are entering Singapore territorial waters. Pilot boat is alongside. Docking procedures begin in forty minutes." ​The fantasy was over. The sanctuary of the night had expired. The cold light of day was here, demanding blood and strategy.

Grumbling under his breath Tristan turned and stalked toward a grouping of huts in the far side of the bailey. It was the early hours of the morning. The sun just rising when Miernephen heard the rumbling, echoing voice of one of the Water Princes. “Lust…” The Seringue turned bright orange on her arm, searing and hissing. She squealed behind her clamped lips. Sliding over the floor. Waking Zierno. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He rolled off his bedroll to scurry over to her on all fours. Seeing she was clearly in pain. Her skin flushed and her gold eyes burning to deep red. She bared her teeth. Hissing and writhing in anguish.

I heard the thump of his boot heels as he whirled and jumped down the stairs onto the lower deck, making short work over to where we stood. Rivyn turned, releasing me, and arched his brow at the pirate captain. “The merfolk know that there is a siren on board,” Rivyn cut Valhared off. “Their curiosity is natural, the mer and siren have long been associated. They will ascertain she is here of her own free will and go on their way. You do not need to fear them.” “Well, she had best assure them of her free will quickly before my men decide it’s an ill omen,” Valhared scowled.

That is the only way to defeat Aya and Felix. I was lost in these thoughts when Professor Hyle asked-" How will we ever get its location?" Gina said-" Sirens are deep-sea creatures, and almost known as extinct. But the dark forest... That was a hidden gate towards the 'Seah beach'. The lost sea of WitchLands. A lost city where Sirens amends with Pirates and lingered in the dark. Mostly used by the pirates. The Sirens and the Pirates had a hand to hands, as Pirates had promised them with food and they promised pirates to help them hide their quests."

"And the local server array is less than five hundred meters away. It’s directly beneath that automated container terminal." ​She pointed toward a massive, silent labyrinth of steel cranes and stacked shipping containers that lined the dark edge of the pier. Charles Vance’s digital blockade was running on electricity stolen from the city's main grid, buried deep inside the harbor bedrock. ​"The port patrol boat is turning around," Julian noted, his eyes fixed on a distant red flashing light cutting through the water near the outer breakwater. "They heard the splashes. We need to be inside the maintenance tunnels before they sweep this sector."

I wonder if it would be higher if it wasn’t near the cliffside. My mind kinda went blank as my vision was ensnared by the California shore that passed. It was early in the evening so the sun had just begun to set. The water sparkled and was an almost dark purple shade, which contrasted from the soft pink and golden oranges that swirled in the horizon. I saw some dolphins or seals jump out of the water in the distance. I smiled as it was like they were waving to me and welcoming me into their home.

Rowan By the time I finished the seventh stick of my cigarettes, the massive cargo let out a deafening blast of ship horns as the mooring lines were being cast off. The horns continue to echo off the coastal cliffs, followed by the steady vibrating purr of the ship engine and heavy plumes of black smoke curling into the sky. Soon, the ship begins gliding toward the sea, parting the glassy harbor waters to its destination. I pulled out my phone as I typed a text to my father, [Shipment 1094-K1999, has left the port successfully.]

The banners were dyed a deep, earthy saffron and embroidered with the Panni lotus. As the banners dropped, the air around the junks seemed to thicken. The sound of the steam-tugs' engines became muffled, a distant throb rather than a piercing roar. "The Panni Silks," Sato’s voice crackled through the megaphone, sounding frustrated for the first time. "Acoustic dampening. A primitive trick, Jinyan. It won't stop the harpoons." "It’s not meant to stop the harpoons, Uncle," Jinyan muttered. He looked at Panni. "I need you to take the skiff. There’s a channel behind the third junk. It leads to the Salt Marshes."