Cerita Siren Head Novels & Stories

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

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.

"Who is Egon and are you truly sirens, am I really one?" "Yes." The woman's green eyes glowed under the moonlight and Maris admired them. "Egon is our leader for now, since we lost you." "We?" "Sirens. Look at this," she pointed at her wrist and Maris noticed it had the same symbol as hers. A full stop surrounded by six commas just like the sun. "It's a prove we're sirens from the Criadora kingdom." The siren pinched herself and rubbed ever slowly on the symbol and Maris winced, glancing down at her own wrist to see her symbol glowing yellow.

Silvanna exclaimed proudly. The person's head tilted slightly after hearing the Dazzle surname. “Are you a pure descendant of Raymond Dazzle?” he asked again. "What's the matter with you mentioning his name?" said Selena firmly. Selena was a little surprised because the person mentioned the famous witch who a long time ago managed to confine a siren creature that almost became a complete demon. That could happen if the siren creature managed to suck in the pure energy of the most powerful witch.

“Do you want a drink, beautiful?” “Uhm…” I was stunned speechless. “She’s with me.” Siren returned with our wine, making the woman back off. “If you change your mind,” she purred, slipping a tiny card into my palm. “You can come find me.” I glanced down at the card while Siren rolled her eyes. ‘VIP 7' was engraved on the card in golden font. It finally made sense why the place was so flooded. “If she knew who you are, she wouldn’t be flirting with you.” Siren remarked. “She thinks she can get her 10-inch nails on Curtis.”

“You have to harness your magic before it spirals. If you don’t, the siren will take over completely. You won’t just be influenced. You’ll become her. And trust me, a siren is a breathing death spell.” A chill crawled down my spine. “How?” Theo moved toward the table, rifling through his bag. He pulled out a small, folded scroll and an obsidian vial sealed with wax. He handed both to me. “This,” he said, nodding at the scroll, “is a chant. Not a spell. A focus. It must be sung—not spoken—at the start of every sunrise for the next seven days. And this—” he tapped the vial, “—contains sea stone powder. You’ll mix a pinch into water and anoint your skin before sleeping. It’ll keep the wolf part

Her head snaps in my direction and her singing stops. “Don’t stop. That was beautiful.” I say gruffly. “Stay away.” She shouts, even her speaking voice is deep and raspy. I see her pointy little teeth and her coal-black eyes, her Siren is in control. Her iridescent blue tail slaps the water in a warning. Normally, Sirens would be all for leading a man to their watery death, but not before claiming their bodies to sate their carnal desire. This Siren is different though because she’s mated. I step closer, and a hiss releases from her lips, and I know I only have minutes before she starts chanting to make the water do her bidding. I make a mad dash to the lake, my tiger, Hugo, urging me to go

My ears perk up. "Can you tell me about it? We are looking for it as well, but we don't know what it is. A thing, an animal or man." Gen asked and I was silent because I didn't know anything. "I'm going to tell you because even if you know, you won't be able to find it. Aqua Siren is a mermaid. Three mermaids, beautiful but dangerous. They kill people they don't like. In the past, I always saw them there on the rocks and the scales you see are theirs. But suddenly they left. It's been two days since I saw them." This is a story that made our eyes widen.

“An elf there gave me information of an illegal auction house staged as a gambling den, right here on Lycan territory. It is said that siren blood flows freely through their thanks to the hostages they frequently auction off. Sirens captured and kidnapped from their territories or ones who have gone missing while venturing out.” Even though I was never able to read any of the newspapers or listen in on any pack meetings, I was still able to hear news of the outside world through gossip and rumours from those who had ventured out. Many times, I heard about the disappearances of creatures, Siren’s in particular. Is it just for their blood? “Aren’t Siren’s famous for their vocal abilities?” I a

she said as she edited some of her pictures. Sirusen is term for Sins that enhance their sense of hearing and Hirrusen is a third level spell that enables one to hear an individual’s thoughts. It’s one of the hardest one to achieve, also the deadliest. “I can't use it. You know those types can easily trigger alarms.” I reminded her. “You can take him to the forest or by the ocean.” she the suggested, knowing that there are areas without alarms. “Still, Hirrusen is a third level spell. I'm only on the second level.” I said as I drank the pink juice she made.