Novel & Cerita Human Siren Head

Chapter 23 The Hunt for Sirens Sam called a meeting, his expression grim as he revealed the intel he had gathered on the mysterious helicopters. "I've found an ad on the black web," he began, his voice low and serious. "They're offering a quarter of a million dollars for a live Siren specimen." I couldn't help but burst out laughing at the audacity of these individuals. Who did they think they were, trying to capture me or any of my kind?

picked up a terrifying new frequency. ​"The Siren is no longer broadcasting data," Lyra reported, her holographic form standing at the very edge of the forward viewport. Her data-gown was now a sharp, warning crimson. "It has pivoted to Solar Induction. Kael, it’s not trying to harvest us anymore. It’s deploying the Sun-Snuffer."

Sam talking to herself as her detective intuition starts! While Sam is holding still to her detective intuition, the team of Dr. Smith started the installation of the new material engine that will boost the laboratory to the next level. They have changed the laboratory mode to high class wherein they installed air purifier to help them breath easily and much cleaner than before. A safe and secured human scanner system that scans their biodata and terminate a humanoid or could reprogram it. A wireless network that is capable of transmitting messages secretly through the VPN, a rebootable computer system that can locate humanoids, eliminate virus and tapped websites caused by the robots. And l

Chapter 12: Werewolves vs Sirens At the sight of the woman dragging the lifeless Jonathan into the water, my senses returned, drowning the artificial voices that had whispered in my head. “Jonathan! I screamed at the top of my voice. Hayley and Eric turned to me, confusion written on their faces. Eric drew out his spear and threw it, striking the siren on the arm. With a roar, she lunged at him. But before she could get any closer, Hayley shot at her, her arrow piercing the siren’s heart. With a loud cry, the siren fell into the sea, the water around her, turning crimson. Suddenly, more sirens began to rise from the water, their predatory gazes locked on us. Some jumped on the boat, their ta

I can feel a headache already starting to form after all of this knowledge. I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries.

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

He seethed as he continued groaning in pain on the restroom floor. “You already called me that before, silly, and I think you are the only one dying right now” I said as grabbed my rope and begin to tie his legs and hands together. I wasn't afraid that he would attack me with his wolf, the silver prevented them from contacting anyone and blocks the connection a wolf from his human part.

They had moved swiftly until it was my turn, they took me out of the box to show the audience, it was some sort of obnoxious crowd because they wore those long dresses and suits Avisa hates so much. “Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a real-life siren here with us,” the commentator says, I could feel my power return, seems they can’t surpass my power anymore. I had looked around to find a way out, but an angry face locked his eyes with me as a warning. “So, ladies and gentlemen, here is the main event,” the other man says, “a siren, we will start bidding at……” He doesn’t finish his sentence because he is attacked, I look in awe as the most beautiful pair of purple eyes lay eyes on me while tearing

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be