Human Siren Head Novels & Stories

He moved his pawn as he spoke. "I think you might be the first person to call me good." I admitted. "I guess compared to most other sirens you're more of a saint." He laughed, and I knew he was right. Some of these sirens pulled in the darkness in our beast. They stuck to the ancient ways of luring humans into the ocean, drowning them, and then feasting on their bodies. That's what we had seen on the shore that day. My father was there, but only to make sure that they weren't caught or recorded. He doesn't participate in those huntings.

Next to the cliff, I see noses and mouths appear. Three heads with gills of blue and shimmering silver hair flowing in the breeze. These aren't the faces of humans these are the faces of sea maids or mermaids. Whatever they prefer to be called they are here and they are real. My heart skips all the beats and I catch my breath as I start to race back to the shoreline. I trip on a large rock hidden beneath the sand of the sandbar.

“How did it go, are you tired? I can make you feel better.” “Get your hands off me, Siren!” I snapped. “And drop the stage voice.” “You liked it before.” She giggled but thankfully stopped speaking in that practiced seductive tone she used to lure patrons out of their life savings. Siren was the most sought-after dancer at Inferno, and men would give an arm just to see her dance for a few minutes. I couldn’t blame them—she was alluring with sinfully hypnotizing blue eyes and the curvy figure that was all the rage. And although I hate to admit it, she was my highest-priced employee and a good friend when she was not getting under my skin.

Madmax might be a celebrity rogue alpha, but the fact is he is still a rogue no matter what. He'll never be accepted in the kingdom no matter how many dinners and meetings he gets with the princes and the king. A sharp pain pierced through my haze. I blinked, my forehead creasing with worry and concern. My brain informed me that the pain was coming from my neck. So I lifted my hand up touch the painful spot. I felt tingles shoot up my arm, I felt the welts from his canines. He even sealed it with his saliva. Siren markings are faster than that of any other specie. Their healing ability multiplies where their mate is concerned.

He raised his eyebrows at me as he spoke. “What makes you say I’m broken-hearted?” I asked. “Well my gorgeous she-wolf, I can sense it. I’m a siren after all.” He leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Bullshit. Sirens are a myth.” “We most certainly are not. We just exaggerated the stories about ourselves so that humans wouldn’t come hunting.”

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

they could see her ferocious eyes and they had fear deep in their hearts but for the life of God, they could not stop themselves from moving forward. Getting closer and closer to the tank. Kendra watched as the humans were hypnotised by the queen’s siren. She did not know that the queen could do that, the only siren she knew was the cry for war. That was the only she needed to know as a warrior, she did not care to know the rest and was now amazed to see what the queen could do. The head researcher who was first in the room when they heard her cry was also the first to reach the tank.

I was led into the Prince large study once again with Agnes closely behind. Prince was standing in front of five male guards all dressed in their official regalia. I couldn’t hear what he was speaking to them but he stopped and turned to face me once he noticed my presence in the room. His beautiful grey eyes held mine I was left feeling light headed as I continued to walk towards him before he reached out a hand and take mine. “Iris,” Prince said simply before turning to the five male I now recognized to be humans. Humans were built but not as large as the werewolves. They are slightly smaller and their features less aggressive as compared to their shape shifters superiors.

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.

Terrified. She screamed. She fell unconscious as she saw the unfamiliar figure with fresh blood on the corners of his lips, the color of his eyes was completely black. The man has two horns that adorn the right and left above his head, not very visible but enough to attract attention. How can a siren creature have horns like the horns of a demon? And that scary face managed to make Marion so shocked that she lost consciousness.