Port Haven Sirens Novels & Stories

Milen yanked the drooling midget to himself. "This be the daughters of Poseidon." "What?" "They are freaking Sirens!" He screamed at Milen's unintelligible questions. "Mermaids!" The stuffed the slim corks into his ears, and turned to address his already awe stricken crew. "Use whatever thou can find to clog thy ears..." He shouted as loud as he could, but some didn't seem to have heard, they were lost in the symphony of glorious music from the fish women. "And no matter what ye do, never ye sing along."

Looking further behind, Sergeant Alice's team were fighting a different battle of their own. They continued. The full view of the port appeared before them. The length of it were populated by fishing boats in different colors, anchored by strong ropes tied around concrete posts along the edge of the port. A guard or two would normally be present, watching over the sleeping seafarers' vessels but the gunfight must have scared them away.

The sirens began to wail from the shoreline—not the distant hum of city police, but the heavy, mechanical roar of federal tactical vessels roaring out from the coast guard station. Bianca hadn't built a trap for us. She had sold the coordinates of the entire meeting to the Feds to clear her own slate, using Adam as the bait to put her brother in a cage forever. "It’s a sweep!" Silas screamed from the wheel, his hand throwing the throttle into reverse as the first heavy-caliber round tore through the roof of the wheelhouse, showering us in a deadly rain of fiberglass and shattered glass. "The Feds own the harbor!"

One by one, they were collapsing and falling in on themselves. There was a thundering sound and all three of them turned as a team of five firemen came pounding down the pier in a regimented run, pulling hoses behind them. At the same instant, there came a horn blast from out in the harbor, and as the whine of the sirens died down, Calder heard the loud thrumming engine of what proved to be a Coast Guard vessel. They were spraying the surface of the water while the fire crews put out what was left of the blaze.

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

CHAPTER 71: THE HARBOR OF BONE The Lagos harbor didn't look like a place of trade anymore; it looked like a mouth full of jagged, rusted teeth. The "Zero-Point" silence had turned the bustling port into a graveyard of stalled cranes and drifting cargo ships, their hulls groaning against the piers like dying whales. The only light came from the orange flickers of burning oil drums and the rhythmic, emerald sweep of Kaelen’s hijacked "Vulture" drones.

Exile did not feel like freedom. It felt like work. Lys moved through the underbelly of a port city that smelled like salt, diesel, and old secrets, hands shoved in the pockets of a stolen jacket, head down. The docks were a maze of stacked containers and half‑functional lights. Siren had used this place once—still did, in quieter ways. Their fingerprints were everywhere if you knew how to feel for them: in the way certain yards were always “under repair,” in the cargo that never quite matched its manifests.

As they approach the harbor, he cannot help but groan in anger, his mate's lives and many other mermaids' lives hang on a thread because of some egotistical vampire who lusts for the throne. The scene at the ship is a gruesome one, blood splatter everywhere and men with decapitated heads on the floor. "What? What happened here?" Holden asks bewildered, "do you think sirens attacked them?" "No, they must have kidnapped a siren, fools they must be aware of the siren's gruesome nature." "Seems the second prince might start a war with sirens, we should report this to the king." "No, not yet we need concrete proof, you know the queen is not on our side." He cursed his mother's dying wish for aski