Siren Son นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Origin: Siren primary grid. Aria’s voice dropped. “That wasn’t us,” she said. “That’s—oh, hell.” New text scrolled into view, clean, and merciless in Mother’s preferred font: > **MOTHER CORE DIRECTIVE:** > **ALL ACTIVE SIREN ASSETS – STATUS: RECALL.** > **PURPOSE: RECONFIGURATION / OPTIMIZATION.** > **COMPLIANCE: MANDATORY.** The directive repeated, stamped with Elara’s personal signature. It wasn’t just aimed at collars; it threaded into deeper layers—sleep code in implants, hooks in shell companies, and tags in logistics software.

Standing in the rusted skeleton of a dry dock was a familiar silhouette. Siren. She wasn't wearing her silver-fox silks. She was clad in greasy overalls, her cybernetic eye covered by a thick leather patch. Beside her sat a "Skimmer"—a low-profile, flat-bottomed boat powered by a manual diesel engine, an ancient beast of iron that emitted no digital signature. "You're late, Thorne," Siren rasped, her voice barely audible over the lapping water. "I had to bypass three automated patrol buoys to get this bucket here. The Circle is tightening. They’re starting to pulse the water with sonar every twenty minutes."

Siren calms down, but she still feels on edge. As we got to the pack house. That bloody red car pulled up behind us. Siren gets agitated again, “Mate.” Siren yells in my mind. I looked over to see who she was talking about. It could be anyone in the car. All the doors open. Lastly, the driver opens his door and steps out of the car. “Mate,” Siren yells again.

Zoe doesn’t even stir when I place her in the passenger seat, buckle her into the roadrunner, and drive out of the lot. I watch through the rearview mirror as several police vehicles stop in front of the club. I’m in disbelief at what just happened in there. So many humans hurt. And it was all because of Zoe’s Siren song. It makes no sense. Sirens aren’t violent beings. Regardless of what the myths might say, Sirens are actually very rare. They became scarce when they began mating with humans over a thousand years ago. Most siren and human children have little to no power. They tend to be more human. And Sirens, who can sing with the power that Zoe wields, are

Sirens. They surfaced slowly, their heads breaking the water. They looked human at first—beautiful women with long hair and perfect features. But as they opened their mouths to sing, I saw the rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Cover your ears!" I shouted. We all clamped our hands over our ears as the sirens began their song. Even muffled, I could feel it—the pull, the desire to walk into the water and join them. It was like someone had reached inside my chest and was tugging on something vital.

Silence wins over the noise and all I can hear are the beating of two hearts, at the same rhythm. It takes everything I have in me to convince myself that she only has a striking resemblance to my Luna and not kiss her. My heart and my wolf keep yearning and she opens her eyes. Those hazel eyes bore into mine. "Serena?" My voice is knitted with shock and gentleness. "Sawyer," she says.

Samantha leaned against the door with a selfie stick, smiling sweetly at the camera. "Mr. Gardner's kid is so naughty. I'm going to lock him in this dark room as punishment." In the background, the seven-year-old Tony begged for mercy through terrified sobs. My hand tightened around the mouse so hard that it hurt. I shot to my feet with a bang, my mind racing back to the night my plane landed. I had called home over a dozen times. It was not until the 17th attempt that someone finally picked up. "Why did it take you so long to answer? Where's Tony?" I was frantic, terrified something had happened at home.

Known as the strongest pack in the eastern part of the country, Silver Pack is home to the second mightiest pack of warriors of the olden era. Until now, they still hold that title. They're not the biggest werewolves, but they're the fastest. That's their most redeeming point and they take pride in it. Kristoff Rigodon, the current Alpha, has two sons to take the rightful seat as the leader of the pack once he retires. The first son, Kelvin, doesn't have any ambition to take the Alpha position. Secretly, he hides that thought.

Eve stood with me, knowing well that aside from Moon, it's grim reapers that the sirens fear. Suddenly, a sweet song started ringing in my ears, making me growl in annoyance. Both Moon and I knew exactly what was happening. The sirens had started singing their songs of doom. I looked around, except for Moon and I, all the others were affected. Zeus was trying to fight the urge but the siren's song of doom held the power a little below than the power of Angel Raphael's trumpet.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.