Siren Blink Novels & Stories

I giggled. "No that's no- fuck it just do it after." She said and cut off the link. Damn, she must be really furious. "This is going to be fucking interesting." Noah said as he leaned on the wall behind us. "Yeah..." —————————————————— "And this how the system immune is created, any question?" Blaze asked as the girls who he designated to be his assistant, stayed too close to him much to my displeasure. She was touching him, his strong arms. She can't fucking do that!

Relieved, it could’ve gone worse. Abrupt movements from the living area develop. Rose takes big steps to close the window and runs up the stairs. With swift movements she enters the bedroom and locks it. The room is filled with silence and she exhales. Stop being paranoid. Everything is fine. Maybe It’s Demi? Ahg! Nevermind. She poses to close the silk curtain, and the glance of the sky brimming with stars makes her smile. Tonight they are sparkling more than usual.

He mutters angrily while caressing Sook-Ja's cheeks lovingly. ~ The sun rises in Busan, bathing the streets in bright light and casting shadows across the street and building. The sound of birds singing fills the air. Jung-Ho is still not feeling sleepy as he was with Sook-Ja the whole Night. But when his cell suddenly vibrates indicating a message, he slowly wakes up. He grabs his phone and opens the message. [Sir, we did our job.]

Come on. Make a move. But she continued to stare, daring me to be the first to move. Two more calls sounded from over the side of the ship. Followed by the sound of wings cutting through the air. The blonde siren began flapping her wings when she joined two others. Varying in coloration like they belonged to different schools of fish. Mesmerizing as they were terrifying. How many were under the ship right now? Fuck. My shoulders trembled, hands shaking around the hilt of my sword. The blonde one chirped as if speaking in bird calls to her sisters. Pointing at me. Why the fuck weren't they attacking?

I had been hoping for that. Hours passed peacefully. Then the light ahead changed. It no longer flickered randomly. It blinked. Once. Then twice. Then once again. A rhythm. A signal. Mira's lessons returned to me immediately. I smiled. "It's trying to talk to us." Corin wasn't here to translate anymore. But we'd learned enough. I picked up one of the Wayfinder's signal lanterns. Raised it high. Then answered. One flash. Pause. Two flashes. Pause.

Beep! Beep. Beep. My thoughts scatter like terrified pigeons. Their footsteps get closer. Louder. Closer. Beep-beep-beep-beep. Payback. Beep. Revenge. Beep. Death. Beep. Darren grabs my arm. My eyes fly open. Beep! Beep! The green light blinks in the darkness. On. Off. On. Off. My eyelids feel like someone glued bricks to them. I try to keep them open. Lose the battle.

The seconds ticked by with no answer, so I decided to try again. When my knuckle was about to knock on the door again, Siren opened up and stood at the entrance. Her beautiful eyes stared back at me. " You are out," She said as a way of greeting, and I shrugged. " My freedom comes with a price. Move aside. I need to see my Mate," I told her, but she didn't budge, which made me raise my eyebrows in question. " She won't see you Seraf. I'm sorry "

She flinched when she saw the shadow in the fire. "Kabir!" She mumbled. "Kabir!" She screamed and tried to run towards it but Damon quickly grabbed her and pulled back. "Mira!" He growled at her angrily as he held back tightly. "Come to your fucking senses, it's just a wild fire!" She flinched at his voice as it broke her trance. "I saw his shadow!... I swear." Her hands trembled as she pointed towards it. Damon looked back and it was just an illusion which flames created.

I briefed them again. “Is it Bella?” Mama Iris asked, squinting her eyes at me. I still can’t fathom how she can read me like an open book without me uttering a single word. I guess that’s just how a mother is. I can’t even lie to her because she can easily read my emotions from my eyes, so I simply nodded. “But Ethan will handle h—” Dad started to say when Mama Iris interrupted him. “Let her go, Nio,” she said in a firm voice, then turned to me. “But that’s on one condition: you’re not going to drive. Take the driver along,” she commanded.

"Can you feel the signal? Can you 'see' the frequency of the pinger?" I closed my eyes, reaching into the static of my own mind. The neural-link was quiet, but as the ping struck the hull, I felt the vibration not just in my ears, but in my marrow. I saw it—a rhythmic, pulsing blue light in the darkness of my closed lids. "It’s a standard Hawke-Navy frequency," I said, my voice trembling with the effort of the "Deep-Link." "Every twelve seconds. They’re scanning in a 120-degree arc."