Siren Tvd Novels & Stories

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

MIT2 had been pulled down into Southern Africa, chasing down a target that could lead to one of the biggest takedowns in East African extremist history—capturing Khalid Al Juhani, also known as the Sandpiper. Max toed off his sweaty sneakers at the front door. “This place stinks. Where’s Slater?” James “Johnny” Cane scribbled in the surveillance log. “In the shower.” “He’s always in the damn shower. That peacock smells better than Kim fucking Kay.” Max headed towards the monitoring station. “Text Donnie to get some extra cleaning shit while he’s out, like some good old-fashioned bleach. This place needs a soaking.” Slater sauntered into the room. “Are you in OCD mode again?”

Audio snippets. A video window snapped open LIVE FEED INITIALIZED. Isolde stepped back, watching it load. Dorian: “Sending to the media servers now…” Verena watched carefully. “Press will have it by ” Then the screen blinked black. Verena cursed. “Someone hijacked the stream.” Dorian’s eyes narrowed. “No… they redirected it.” The console beeped. NEW DESTINATION CONFIRMED. RECEIVING TERMINAL: V-WREN-04. Isolde’s breath caught. “That’s Vivienne.”

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.

In the end, Marvin turned to look at me, his gaze sharp and vicious. I said nothing in response. Right then, Anthony walked over to my side. "So, what exactly did he do?" I was about to answer when my phone buzzed. It was a notice from the local precinct. "A woman living alone in Bayview Residences on the east side has gone missing. Police found drag marks at the woman's doorstep. Surveillance footage from the residential area shows she was last seen getting into a black Mercedes G-Class SUV."

I climb on the chair and stretch my arms. “I don’t like someone to watch me livin’ with a boost,” I savagely said and covered the CCTV with the blanket. I returned the chair to the dining area. I dialed a number on my phone. “Hello there madam, can we offer our help to you?” A manly voice. “Some miniature hacked my CCTV system, I want your security company to take care of it,” I sweetly said with a sign of sourness on my face. “Sure madam will take care of it, please send me your details,” I ended the phone call and sent the company my address.

Penny widened her eyes and nodded her head down towards Thea’s crotch. “Yep,” Thea answered dryly. She held up three fingers and mouthed “three times” at Penny. Penny frowned, “Bellamy, do you know what we are?” she asked brazenly. Thea slapped her leg, “Hey, if he knows, we can just kill him, he should already be dead anyway!” Penny shouted. Thea dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Yea, you’re sirens,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly. “I knew as soon as Thea bumped in to me yesterday and I knew about you when you tried coming on to me in the kitchen.”

Brianna raises an eyebrow at me and her dimples return as her face softens. "Alright, that I can accept. You're crazier than I give you credit for. They aren't coming back. I know it's hard to accept, but they're dead." No, they'll come back. They are sirens now, but she doesn't need to know that. Not yet anyway. "I realize that now. I'm sorry to have scared you. Let's watch a Tim Burton film," I say as I pull out a few of her DVDs.

I say as I point to the screen as Andrew speaks. “We have known about the sirens for ten years. We captured one of them to study her with her permission. She escaped. She is more dangerous than the ones that are currently attacking. I advise all civilians in the fishing communities to move further in land until the siren threat is dealt with.” I growl loudly and throw my mug against the war. “He fucking did this to her.” I scream as I pull on my hair as I pace.