Siren Gills Novels & Stories

The kind of black that makes you hear blood in your ears. SCRREEEEECHHHHH. Steel tore. Something with the patience of a god and the appetite of a pit opened the hull in new places. Water punched in, cold and murderous. Con turned to the sound, eyes blown wide. Above the float line, the Siren’s skin peeled back like a sardine tin. “Oh shit…” Water roared. A bulkhead moaned, then surrendered with a wet scream. The deck tilted a few degrees that mattered. In the dark, their own breathing sounded like rabbits.

All of a sudden, the world seemed to be still, and even the sound of the sea breeze could not be heard.The sun is already hanging high in the blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight hits the eyes and makes them tingle.The female siren remained motionless, but the corners of her mouth slowly extended to both sides until a smirk was formed.Suddenly, her upper and lower lips opened violently, like the mouth of a shark preparing to devour its prey. It was too late for me to stop it. The sharp cry of the siren had pierced into the depths of the eardrum like tens of millions of sharp thorns at the same time, and then reached the nerves of the brain.

My airway opened and water rushed up my nostrils. My chest stopped burning and then… I could breathe. My eyes shot wide open as I breathed in again, through my nose, underwater. A strange sensation came from my chest, where it had been burning the most earlier. I looked down and breathed in yet again, gills. I let out a muffled laugh. I must be dead.

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

But there is no way in this world that a siren can successfully drown. It's not possible, It can't happen. It's very rare, almost unheard of. But since I was out of my mind with pain, I wasn't thinking clearly so I tried anyway. My siren slits opened up, even the pores in my skin widened ready to handle any excess water. But there is truly nothing like excess water for a creature made for water. It's just like saying there is too much air and oxygen for humans.

“Unlike you, I have help with breathing; remember?” I frowned, squinting. I didn’t know that. “What do you mean?” “My gills.” I stopped walking. “You have gills?” Kairos's amused and smug laugh echoed all around us. “You’ve never noticed?” “No! What? Where?” He tapped a spot just beneath his ribcage, toward the back, on either side of his body. “Here, they’re subtle on land. They stay mostly closed when I’m above water, and my lungs do most of the work, so they’re not always active. However, they help when my lungs are under pressure." I blinked at him.