Creepypasta Siren Head Novels & Stories

Decades, even. Lucas was at daycare, Colt was out running errands, and the house had fallen into that eerie kind of silence that made her skin prickle. Maybe that’s why she’d come to the door at all. Maybe part of her needed to remember. Or maybe it was because she’d heard something—faint but sharp—last night. Like something shifting beneath the floorboards. She opened the door. The scent hit her first. Damp concrete, rust, and something else… older. Forgotten. She took a slow step down, the wooden stairs groaning under her weight. The single lightbulb at the bottom cast long shadows that danced across the walls.

“Sakari, was he just goofing?” I’m frozen. “Um...” my voice cracks as my body trembles. I didn’t want to say it out loud. That would make the situation more real. I was minutes away from being raped by a blood-sucking fuckface. Cree eyes me, waiting for an answer. I swallow, closing my eyes. “His words were, he wanted to get his fill of my sweet cunt.” I breathe as my insides churn at my own words. There is silence. My eyes flick open and widen from what I see. Cree holds Azrael’s severed head by his hair as blood gushes out, and his body finally falls to the dirt.

Instead, she marched with a rapid pace down the narrow corridor toward the royal kitchens, her hand reaching into the hidden inner lining of her leather vest. She pulled out a small pouch containing a thick, syrupy black liquid that hummed with a foul, magical aura. Siren-root potion. It was a forbidden alchemical drug she had obtained from the dark witches of the southern front. It did not possess a scent or a taste, but once it entered a wolf's bloodstream, it actively paralyzed the rational sectors of the brain, making the consumer highly suggestible to the touch and voice of the person who administered it. It was designed to bend a warlord’s will into a pliable tool. Camille stepped into

When was this app going to get there? Taking matters into her hands, Cassie deliberately rated the strong vibrations as “not strong” and hoped the app could take it up a notch. >>Xxx Destiny Aitsuji xxX<< Back at the headquarters of Wanda's Love Accessories Incorporation, CEO Wanda smirked. Someone was breaking the NNN challenge rule and seeking climax. The lady witch smiled and patted her unusual office plant, who hissed in return. “Oh hush,” the modern witch chided her pitted tentacle monster with twinkling eyes. Rule breakers had to be punished, but she wasn’t going to be the one dishing them out. Karma would take care of it like it always did. Warning: Next chapter will involve gore, dea

The constant moving eye on one side of her face moves even faster then before as if surveying every inch of land. Suddenly, one of the three heart seeker jumps out of the woods. The wolf like head opens up and the tendril from the dead head attached shivers within the living head and through its mouth. The tentacle splits into three separate smaller appendages. There is a hungry mouth in the middle of the opening that salivates at the thought of sinking its dark and cracked teeth into the flesh of a being birthed from the darkness itself. However, this siren is no push over. The blue creature’s reaction is instant almost like the feeling of the warm winds told her what side the creature was

A puddle of blood was all that remained as evidence that the vampiress had been there. “That hurt,” Sigrid snarled into Father Isaiah’s ear and tore his head off. She tossed it to the startled Saphire. “Catch.” As Saphire looked down at the head that she held, her tongueless mouth dropping open in horror, Sigrid broke her neck and dropped her body to the ground.

Keeping close to the walls, I peered out into the small opening. "That’s it, get that one right there." One of the men muttered. A muffled shriek of pain followed. "Oh shut her the fuck up!" Another rough voice came. It took me a moment to realise what was happening and to comprehend the scene before me. My eyes widened in horror. Tied to a post, her arms twisted behind the post and a cloth in her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, was none other than a Siren. But unlike the ones I had seen before she was smaller, perhaps around twelve or thirteen. Her long brown hair fell in her face but what made my stomach twist sickeningly was the blood that pooled heavily around her on the ground.

Chapter 13 >Club Equinox. Day< “A siren?” Zeke nods his head, a grim expression across his face. “Sirens are mystical beings, older than both vampires and werewolves. They feed on psychic and sexual energies.” “Wait a minute. Do you believe it´s possible that a siren is responsible for my repressed memories?” “It´s a possibility.” Zeke eyes me warily. “Who are you, Laura Rose? What´s your connection to the oracles?”

I can't get a good look at the siren's face, but its body is extremely muscular, built for battle, and a hundred percent male. A thousand shivers travel up my back. Unlike Hayden, the siren has slimy webbed fingers, long claws, pale skin seeming not to have seen any sunlight, and its tail is that of a shark. The monstrous creature screeches again, and I hold my breath when teeth, way longer than my forearms, almost grace my skin. A larger-than-life tongue flicks out, licking my cheek as if to taste my skin, and finally, my flight or fight instinct kicks in.

and cross‑referenced it with the Siren files he’d stolen and scraped over the last few months. It popped a match. Not a name. A number. SIREN‑7. Lys’s original designation. His hand tightened into a fist. “Could be any of them,” a cautious voice in his head said. “They built more than one. You’ve seen the files.” He ignored it. There were a hundred siren ghosts in the world. He’d met a few. Broken a few. None of them had the same combination of variables as the one who’d burned his house and his nerves down around him.