Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

Pepper Rei felt the dread Creeping up her back, When she saw Hundreds and Thousands of shapes, Reaching her tacke Not souls, but bodies they latched, Gurgling sound and distorted face They filled the space, To master Pepper Rei Who was very new to this illusion She wanted to flee the site of nightmares So she screamed some more to wake Her up from this nasty dream But her screams followed More horrid scenes With dripping blood and popping eyes She now felt little Missy Huddled closely with her left leg Till footsteps hurried and soothed The ruffled girl With love and pecks but ignored Pepper Rei

The siren song, echoing through the walls, chilling my bones. "Luna!" I shouted, racing down the hallway, panic gripping me like icy claws. Finn's voice came frantic from one of the rooms. "Mom!" I burst through the bedroom door, stumbling to a halt at the sight before me. Luna lay on the bed, tiny body shaking violently, her long hair spread like dark silk over the pillow. Her eyes were wide open—glowing softly with a faint, eerie blue-green light—and the song spilling from her lips was ancient, heartbreaking, powerful. She was convulsing, her small fingers clenched tight in the sheets.

She did not completely recognize the reflection that met her or the feelings coursing through her. Sidney relieved herself and splashed water on her face until she could tell herself she felt more normal again. When she emerged from the bathroom and back into the sea of bodies, the faint yet harsh lemon scent carved its way through her senses. Light and vague on the air, her brain nearly ignored it, yet something deeper in her flinched. “Hey!” the foreign voice boomed from beside her. “You’re from that Final Girl Screams site. You post all those crazy blood pictures. I’ve read your stuff.”

I scanned the booklet, trying to understand the different seductive characters, but the random photos of men and women only confused me even more. "I'm not that familiar with those terms. Can you explain them to me? And who are these people in the photos?" I asked, closing the booklet and looking back at James. "Sure, let me break it down for you," he said, leaning forward. "The Siren is basically the femme fatale who can lure anyone through her image and craftiness. If you are a Siren, you are highly sexual and you know it. Your confidence should radiate erotic energy wherever you go. The Siren is the ultimate male sexual fantasy. You'll be a tease, and they should please," he explained.

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

Lower jaw unhinging and falling away, face split virtually in half, his maw gaped nightmarishly open so that the wanderers could come— Spiders spilled from him, pouring from the grotesque orifice as though being forced out from deep within. The cinnamon-haired girl’s eyes flew open in mortal dread, her whimpers rising into high, jerking stifled screams which caught in the back of her throat. The long-legged things scurried over the doomed teenager, swaying back and forth upon her before striking with frothy fangs.

No one could stop me. “P-please…” Halvar wheezed, a pathetic, choked sound. His eyes bulged, bloodshot and swimming with tears, his tongue protruding slightly from his purpling lips. I looked at him, and I didn't see a lord. I saw prey. My vision bled into pitch black, the sclera of my eyes completely overtaken by Siren’s dark gaze. A terrifying, feral smile stretched across my face. I extended my claws, letting the elongated, razor-sharp bones dig deep into the sides of Halvar’s neck.

"I don't want to hear a word from your filthy mouth! Just stick to what you know how to do best. As for your son, forget about him." Then I made eye contact with Alpha Damon and I could feel noise in my mind. It wasn't an outward effect but I felt like someone or something was making noise in my head. Soon it became clear and my contact with Alpha Damon intensified. "She's a siren." I heard in my head and my eyes widened. The noise in the room arose and I could see her eyes burning. Sirens hated noise. All of a sudden, she started to sing so loudly. "Everyone, cover your ears!" I managed to scream. Most people didn't understand me and they started falling into a trance one after the other.

I can feel the sinister power coursing through my veins, a palpable force that threatens to overwhelm me. As the nightmare intensifies, I find myself unable to escape its grasp. I'm trapped in a twisted reality where an old woman with gnarled hands hovers over me, her sinister laughter echoing in the darkness. I struggle against invisible restraints, my heart pounding with fear as she reaches towards me with chilling intent.

I breathed in deeply, his scent was gone as well. I'm left with an undying thirst for his blood, his ghost grip around my neck and a curious twin sister who I had no explanation to give. All of what was happening to me right now, felt like what was drawn out of a smutty horror movie. My heart drummed faster, mirroring my heightened breath. It's thumping, pulsing in my heart in my ears in a creepy rhythm.