Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

“I believe we’re past the fire playing at this point. Serena was just about to respond to her, her mouth opened, but had in fact still not said anything when a blood-curdling howl cut through the streets of Velnair — the kind of howl that arose from deep in the back of the throat; a gut-wrenching howl that sounded like it was more at home in the depths of Velnair. A kind of howl that, once heard, would rouse the hair on the back of your neck, and whose sound, like a ritualistic refrain, always seemed to contain a nasty, primordial heads-up. A second howl followed. Then a third.

If it turned out to be a real siren singing the song, I would be able to command it to stop; the siren would be unable to disobey me due to my command over all sea creatures. Whereas the first floor of the prison was empty, the second floor was at maximum capacity. It was full of Hydras, Krakens, and Sirens with higher magic levels. The Hydra seems to have been locked in the prison for a while, as I was able to walk by it without it so much as lifting one of its nine heads. The Krakens kept reaching between their cell doors, trying to wrap one of their dangerous tentacles around me and drain me of my divine powers; unfortunately for them, I'd learned all about their magical attributes growin

"As the lore suggests, they are known to attract humans and keep them as their slaves or pets. While they are very beautiful and their pheromones addictive, sirens have too much of vanity. There are two types of sirens. The born ones are able to lure humans but only if the soul of the human is inherently steeped in lust. And this means any lust. Thus the old talks about sailors with wanderlust disappearing. More like they had been kidnapped to be the siren's slave. The second type of siren is the one that has been created by evil magic and innocent sacrifices to seduce someone. Like the magic that created them, they are powerful and hold a special lure over humans. Neither the birth siren no

Wrapping a gift with care, she hastened towards Marriane, her mind consumed by a mysterious intent. As Marriane chatted animatedly with her friends over the phone, an ominous presence engulfed her. "Who's there?" she dared to inquire, but the silence that followed only intensified her unease. Suddenly, crimson drops fell upon her forehead, an inexplicable source of blood that sent shivers down her spine. Her voice trembled with fear, but her pleas went unanswered, lost in the abyss of solitude. The blood continued its macabre descent, suffocating Marriane's senses until she succumbed to unconsciousness, the weight of her terror overwhelming.

“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.

Another woman’s voice that felt utterly foreign. Lilith immediately turned her head quickly, but found no one there. The fog around her was growing thicker now. “No matter how many times you are reborn, the darkness will always find you.” The voice sounded again, much closer. Lilith’s breath caught in her throat. The surface of the lake suddenly rippled violently, and a woman’s figure slowly emerged from behind the fog. Tall, graceful, yet terrifying with her deep red eyes and an unnervingly calm smile that made Lilith feel uneasy.

Finally, the message arrived. “Dear valued customer, hello. Your Succubus is not malfunctioning, nor is he ill. He is simply extremely hungry and needs you. Not food, but you. This includes, but is not limited to, kissing, hugging, and any form of… intimate energy exchange. Wishing you a pleasant experience!” I froze, my fingers shaking. I read the message again. And again. The words, simple and clear, had a weight I couldn't ignore. Hungry. He needed me. Me. Not food in the usual way, but something more than basic, more intimate, more wonderfully scary??

The remnants of her mother’s and father’s lives beckoned her from the attic, like sirens calling her to uncover the secrets hidden within their old belongings. With a deep breath, Aqua climbed the creaking stairs to the attic. Dust motes danced in the beams of sunlight streaming through the small window, and the air was thick with the scent of aged paper and wood. She rummaged through boxes filled with forgotten memories, her heart racing with anticipation.

I was going through the back. The siren’s voice rose, slippery and sweet, crawling over my skin like ice water. Kael and Talon's voices echoed inside the house as I moved around the house slowly trying to find a opening. The glass on the kitchen window was already warped, water dripping down it like tears. I smashed my fist through, shards slicing into my skin, but I didn’t care. The siren’s song was louder here, pressing inside my head like it was some sort of tune. Unfortunately I was the master of compulsion.

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”