Novel & Cerita Port Haven Sirens

"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."

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.

When we were about to arrive at the border, the sea began to become muddy, as if it had been poured into thick ink. The siren Aurora ordered to stop advancing, when the dirty sea gradually returned to clarity.We all saw a pirate flag with skeletons and bones floating in the sea.On the flagpole, a tall, wounded male siren was hung in the air. It's Hagrid!

His bright smile shone down at me sitting at my desk. "Jesus, Moby. You scared me," I said, throwing my hand to my chest. "You guys need to get a bell or something to let you know when people come in." I nodded in silent acknowledgment, still trying to slow my racing heart. "Where's Piper?" As if he'd summoned her by the sound of his voice, she appeared next to me. "Hey, Moby. What are you doing here?"

"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.

The hinges groaned, a long, low sound that echoed through the space. The car drove toward North Port. The morning fog was thick, heavy, almost impossible to see through. It clung to the windshield in layers, blurring the edges of the road. At six o'clock sharp, the car pulled up at North Port Berth Number Three. The tires crunched over the gravel as she came to a stop. At the far end of the dock, a single light flicked on from the deck of a grey cargo ship. The deck was high above the pier, its hull dark against the pale sky.

An old Falcone cipher phone, a relic from the old days. Guests who knew what it was gasped. It was an old piece of tech, supposedly destroyed years ago, used to send the family's most sensitive secrets. Riccardo plugged it into a laptop. A decoded message flashed onto the massive screen in the hall: Pier 3. Next Tuesday, midnight. The Siren. —From your Butterfly. My heart stopped. Pier 3 was one of the Marino family’s most important arms depots. "The Siren" was their mobile armory, disguised as a cargo ship.

“You think she’s still on our side?” Alex looked down at the Beretta, then at the map on the wall behind it—routes marked, targets circled. “I don’t know,” he admitted. “But I’ll find out. And if she’s not…” He didn’t finish the sentence. He didn’t need to. Meanwhile – Porto Venere Harbor, 2:00 a.m. The sea slapped against the stone docks in rhythmic fury. A sleek, black yacht floated in the shadows, quiet as a ghost.

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