Port Haven Sirens Novels & Stories

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

My crew fought not to join them in the salty grave. "Safeties! Now!" I ordered, my voice cutting through the siren song haze. They blinked away the thrall temporarily. My crew always carried safeties in case of an attack. They were rare, but when a clan of sirens got their sights set on a ship, they would sink it. Ravenous and violent. With my voice, everyone had about a five-second window of clarity. Securing themselves to the main mast or support ballasts. Hold out until I could handle it. My mother left my side, immune to the song as I was.

Pier 88, Manhattan. A Glorious Summer Morning. The harbor was alive with sunlight reflecting off the deep blue waves. A massive, towering vessel was slowly navigating its way to the docks. It was the Sovereign Serenity, returning to New York after ten glorious, incident-free years of sailing across the world. A massive crowd waited on the pier, but there were no press passes allowed today. It was a private gathering of a very large, very powerful family. The boarding ramp lowered to the ground with a heavy metallic clank.

Before I could even speak to Mark through my earpiece, a massive, deafening horn blast echoed from the mouth of the harbor channel. Three massive, gray federal battlecruisers, the heavy vanguard of the National Naval Defense Force, were breaking through the fog, their massive turrets already tracking the position of our crane platform. A red laser target array, fifty times larger than the one Eleanor West used, illuminated the entire shipping yard in a bloody, digital glow. "Chairman!" Mark's voice screamed in my ear, completely drowned out by the sound of approaching jet engines from the gray sky above. "The navy just overrode our maritime net! They are locking down the entire sector for te

"Rossi. You do not leave her side. You stay three paces behind her on that dock. If a single fishing boat gets too close, you draw your iron and you clear the deck. If anything happens to that manifest..." "The asset will be secured, Don Lorenzo," Dante interrupted, his voice a flat, robotic baritone. "But the harbor at Dongo is a tactical nightmare. It’s open water, high-vantage cliffs, and zero structural cover. Moving her there right now is a severe breach of standard safety parameters."

Marco opened the door for me, and I slid inside, settling against the leather seats. The drive to the old port was silent, but the atmosphere was thick with unspoken words. My thoughts raced, going over every possible scenario. I had no idea what Vincenzo wanted to ask, but I knew one thing for certain—if he was seeking answers, then I needed to tread carefully. He wasn’t a man who accepted uncertainty. Old Port, Wednesday, 3:45 pm We reached the port in less than thirty minutes, the desolate docks illuminated only by the dim yellow glow of flickering streetlights. The sound of distant waves crashing against the shore filled the silence, accompanied by the occasional rustling of rats scurryi

A muffled clatter rolled faintly through the floor, then the quiet tore open. A siren whooped. Boots hammered. “Portside! Two skiffs. MOVE!” someone roared, and three sharp cracks split the night, gunfire close enough to rattle the glass. “What was that?” Nico snapped in my ear.

Suddenly, "Pirates!" a voice screamed from the harbor docks, shattering the morning air and causing the cheerful chatter of the merchants to vanish instantly. "The pirates are already all over the ship!" I looked toward the sea from my hiding spot just as a massive black ship emerged from the morning mist, its dark sails billowing in the wind as it crashed against the dock hard enough to shake the wooden pier beneath my feet. I had managed to escape the ship and reach the harbor at dawn, but now chaos erupted everywhere as armed men poured from the vessel, shouting to one another as they quickly took control of the harbor.

Floodlights snapped on, sweeping the water. "They're closing the sea gates!" the corporal yelled, pointing ahead. At the mouth of the harbor, two massive bronze gates were slowly swinging shut, designed to seal the bay. "We won't fit," the helmsman panicked. "The gap is closing too fast!" "Ramming speed," I ordered. "General?" "I said ramming speed!" I roared. "Divert shield power to the prow! Punch through!" The Sun’s Fury surged forward. The Dawn Treader and Gilded Hawk tucked in behind our wake.

I cried, resting my lips on his cheeks in an attempt to lessen the pain he was going through given his loud groans and the sweat forming on his forehead. The Siren's Song, lethal to anyone unfortunate enough to hear it, is the reason why sirens are as intimidating as they are rumored to be. Undefeatable and inescapable. Written about in the archives of military war plans concocted over the centuries, never been used in the past 500 years. Forbidden magic, only used as a defense to deter persons from a fight, is never meant to be practiced. Yet here I am, killing my only source of happiness left in this world of desertion and betrayal.