Siren Ocs Novels & Stories

said Erebus, making Vlad then fall silent before finally smiling. "I haven't found him yet. You can look for him elsewhere or you might be able to visit Ocean territory. Maybe he's there. I've heard that the new King of Ocean implemented a rule that it's easy to go in and out of their area as long as they have a mark, which every Siren has. So "I'm sure she's no longer one of the outcast Sirens," said Vlad, making Erebus silent

The chirps of the machines and sounds of squeaky wheels on moving hospital beds will forever be etched in my brain. In less than two minutes, Pam has the screen lit up, monitoring my heart, slipping a plastic clip on my finger that she tells me is to measure my oxygen levels. Finally, a blood pressure cuff, and with the press of a button, the cuff starts to inflate. The familiar sounds of the motor have never been cause for anxiety before. I watch, waiting for the little box to show the numbers everyone is anxiously waiting for. When they fill the screen, Piper gasps behind me. Turning to look at her, unaware she had come in, I see the terror in her eyes, her hands covering her mouth. One lo

It was a competitor. Alexander sat in the repurposed comms room of the southern terminus, staring at a topographic map of the coastline. Beside him, Jax was cleaning the sand from a set of long-range thermal binoculars. The air in the room was cool and clean, but the tension was thick enough to taste. They aren't sending drones this time," Jax said, nodding toward the window that faced the ocean. "The scouts in the Iron-Sinks reported heavy seismic activity near the Old Pier. It’s not an earthquake. It’s a 'Dredger.'

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.

"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.

Tommy . . By the time I left the office and arrived at home, I could feel my pheromones leaking out. That sweet omega scent outweighs the Alpha sharpness. My stomach coiled at the scent. Had I fully become an Omega? I felt my skin crawl, and my chest tighten. I didn’t even know if it was because of Gerard’s father’s words or Mason’s warning. But a deep-seated sense of dread lodged deep in my bone marrow.

the next he knows they're at an ocean. Ossian looks at the ocean and then at Beauden "Son where are we?" Beauden attention is on Medusa. She's walking toward the water. "on the southwest Pacific Ocean in New Zealand." "Perfect place for a war. It's open and no place to hide." Larisa looks at her daughter, "Yes perfect."

—a high-frequency burst of data that made Jade’s Phoenix wings flare instinctively. "Breach! Breach!" Aris’s voice crackled over the comms. "We’ve hit a Siren-Net! The pirates... they aren't just here for the cargo. They’ve got a Dividend Reaper-Class pulse! They’re trying to hack the Bridge!" Jade scrambled to her feet, her hands already glowing with silver-white fire. "Caspian, stay here. You aren't stable enough for a digital fight yet."

Grumbling under his breath Tristan turned and stalked toward a grouping of huts in the far side of the bailey. It was the early hours of the morning. The sun just rising when Miernephen heard the rumbling, echoing voice of one of the Water Princes. “Lust…” The Seringue turned bright orange on her arm, searing and hissing. She squealed behind her clamped lips. Sliding over the floor. Waking Zierno. “What’s wrong?” He asked. “What’s going on?” He rolled off his bedroll to scurry over to her on all fours. Seeing she was clearly in pain. Her skin flushed and her gold eyes burning to deep red. She bared her teeth. Hissing and writhing in anguish.

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.