Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I asked. As Nutty pulled me down the mountain, he explained, "My uncle told me there's a spider on Crimson Mountain. The villagers also call it the Seduction Spider. "This creature can mimic human voices, calling people by name. As soon as the person being called responds, they immediately fall under its poison, become entranced, and run to its nest to die." Nutty spoke while his feet never stopped moving, dragging me along at breakneck speed. I said anxiously, "The cattle! The commune's cattle are still in the mountains!"

SERENA’S POV The morning sun spilled through the curtains, painting streaks of gold across the stone walls, yet the warmth could not chase away the chill that lingered in my bones. I jolted awake, my heart racing like a wild animal trapped in my chest. Fragments of last night's vision clawed at me like restless shadows, refusing to let me shake off the feeling of unease. I lay there, frozen, as the images replayed in my mind like a macabre dance.The witch’s laugh, shrill and echoing, the sight of a blood moon, and her whisper promising, “Your blood will unbind me.”

Said, Kathleen. "All under your grace, Lady Kathleen. I've been curious, as always," The older-looking siren with horns that projected from his purple, almost bald head turned towards Laura. He looked at her with a curious gaze. She had only acquainted with the three Sirens who came by the palace of the werewolves, and only them. Laura could feel the mixture of auras from the old siren in front of her. It made her slightly uncomfortable. In normal human terms, it was social anxiety that she was experiencing.

Alexander pushed his huge ass monstrous dick directly into the evil siren's tight little pussy, overwhelming his senses from every angle at once. The crushing aura from above paired with the unyielding, invasive surge of magical force below created a simultaneous wave of sensory overload that tore straight through the siren's remaining composure. "Ahhh! No Daddy! Fishy is Sorry, Daddy!!!" The siren shrieked, his back arching violently off the floor until his chest scraped against the underside of the heavy wood. The silver bells tied between his legs jungled in a rhythm. "Is this what you wanted, Fishy? You tight little Pussy to be completely undone by Daddy?"

Not for me. Wonderful. Three hours later, the music was a headache and my legs were cramping. I tossed the book back at her. "Seriously, Selene? My brain is melting." The book was a monstrosity. If there were four volumes before this, the world was truly lost. It was a literal manual on how to be a professional siren. Step-by-step instructions on how to hunt a male. Selene was staring out at the passing trees, her brown hair shielding her face. "Why am I reading this garbage?" I demanded, holding the book with two fingers like it was a rotting carcass.

I gasped seeing the woman’s feet jerking in the air as she chokes after she hung herself. “Serra, are you okay?” Xyrus grabbed my shoulder and made me face him. My eyes widened seeing the old man’s missing head instead of Xyrus face. The head turned 360° with a grin on his face. I screamed when his head dropped and rolled on my lap. I stomped my feet as though ants were pestering around it. I grabbed the head and threw it out of the window. “That’s enough!” The ghosts roving in the house vanished with one powerful command.

his words died, his eyes widening. My hand flew to my neck, applying pressure to the wound as he seemed mesmerized by me, rendered speechless. I backed away from him, shocked by what had just occurred. My radio went off. “General Nerine, are you still with the target?” Thana asked. I looked at him, ignoring her as he seemed to change, his eyes becoming lustful and more primal. His voice was guttural, he looked at me and spoke the words that sent chills through me, “Bride.”

he shrugged, not trying to ask more time for exposure. Then the bizzare presence finally to take over. “How have you been,” the voice that the siren begun to tremble upon able to listen, “you freaking witch?”

Something brushed her calf again but not his hand. She glanced down through the swirling water, and her stomach flipped. A thick, sinuous tail, scales shimmering like wet obsidian, wound around her leg and squeezed. The tip flicked against her ankle, then slid higher, brushing the sensitive skin at the back of her knee before coiling around both calves, locking them open. “You’re—” Her voice broke as his thumb pressed hard against her clit, the tail tightening at the same time. “A siren,” he finished, his mouth curling into a slow grin. “And you’re mine until I decide I’m done.”

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.