Siren Head Sightings Novels & Stories

Violet and Jess jumped up, Greg grabbed Penny in his arms and took one of the other pups by the hand. “Jess, let's get to the roof.” Violet commanded as she and Jess ran out of the room. In the distance, a warning siren sounded. Daren took two of the pups, handing one to Lily and the other to me. “I’m getting various confirmed sightings, Alpha.” His eyes out of focus. “A few coming in from the east...most are already crippled by the silver wires. Wait, now some coming from the north.” His eyes widened as he grabbed the last pup. “We gotta go. Now!”

"Two of the infected were found in shallow coastal waters beyond your borders." I froze. "Are you sure?" "Yes,” he replied. And by the time we found them, they were no longer sirens. They were something else. Something... wrong." I let the silence hang, taking his words into account. I didn't owe the sirens anything, but the spread of a plague like this onto my shores was worth looking at. "Tell me about it," I said finally. Rhidian rested his head back. "It begins with one note, usually a high one. "Non-sirens can hardly hear it,” he began. “We thought it was an invitation, but actually, it was a warning."

Markous, quick to notice her signs, accelerated to inform Tritan at the lead of the impending danger. With Tritan now aware of the situation, Finrir's focus sharpened. His gaze shifted, scanning the surroundings with heightened vigilance. Up and around, then back ahead, his keen eyes scanned the depths, searching for any sign of the shark that Naida had sensed. The Tasminian mermaid's innate connection with sharks, nurtured from her early days, lent weight to her warning. Finrir knew better than to doubt her instincts, and so his watchful eyes remained locked on the treacherous waters ahead.

Just in case I get hungry on the way, at least I have a way to cross. I immediately picked up Pearl and we left the room. We found everyone already downstairs and we were the only ones who waited. "What a beautiful baby girl." Franco and Jules congratulated Pearl. Pearl just smiled and seemed to brag about her beauty. Who did it inherit from? We immediately left the inn and started walking. Cayden has a map. "According to the last visual, the Aqua Siren was seen northbound. I already studied the trial. It is not too far from here. We can get there at noon." Cayden promised.

"Inside." He became serious right away. Grayson trailed behind. Damon looked better than the office. Maps. Reports. Messages. The desk was covered in whole stacks. A paper battlefield. Grayson took a seat. Damon didn't move. That was never a positive indication. "Talk." The Beta let out a breath. "Three sightings yesterday." "Locations?" Damon gestured to the map. Ridge in the north. Forest in the east. Southern Pass. The pattern showed up right away. Grayson clenched his jaw.

Hayden’s POV The sirens were loud in my ears. I stood at the base of the front steps of the mansion, the night air cold against my face. I could hear boots pounding hard against gravel, doors opening and closing and orders were being made in urgent tones. Chief Reynolds stood a few feet in front of me. “We’re mobilizing every available unit we have,” he said. “All the way highway patrols are being alerted. We’re pulling traffic cam feeds over the last few hours to locate the vehicle she was taken with.

The sirens didn't stop. Elena had been hoping they would. That it would turn out to be something routine, a standard resonance alert that got logged and filed and sent to a junior analyst who'd get to it in the morning. But the sound had multiplied in the last ten minutes — not louder, exactly, but more directional, coming from different points on the compass now instead of just the east, which meant vehicles, which meant deployment, which meant this was not getting filed. Garrett had his earpiece in and his expression was the one he wore when the information coming through it was not improving.

I couldn't help but think if they were actually right about Uncle Adrian. Growling angrily, I shrieked at the sirens. To my utter surprise, the sirens stopped in their places, as if someone might have frozen them in their tracks. They were all staring at me with utter surprise on their faces. The siren song also stopped right after. It was surprising that they didn't stop when Moon shrieked at them with the similar powers but they stopped when I shrieked at them.

"But so will the crowds. It’ll be a mess." "A mess is what we need," Jax said. "Silas Hale needs shadows, so we’re going to give him a spotlight." Jax hit the final key. Across the Mission District, thousands of phones chirped at the same time as people in bars, in their beds, and walking home in the rain all looked at their screens: URGENT: SILAS HALE SPOTTED AT PIER 70. THE GHOST IS REAL. WATCH LIVE.

I can’t see his face, or anything other than a manly profile thanks to the angle and reflection of the sun, but I know somehow that he is watching me. I slowly stand, trying to get a better view so I can see his face when the figure dives below the surface, and a magnificent tail catching the sunset in its scales flicks against the surface. A siren. In all my life, I’ve never seen another. Not even when the representatives come to shore every several years to discuss diplomacy with the packs. I was always told to stay out of sight, in my room, even by my mother. Seeing one now brings tears to my eyes. I want to be in the sea. I wanted to dive in, swimming out to where I saw him go under, sea