Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

I could still hear my friends as they tried to struggle with the door but their words barely registered. The tentacles kept teasing me, flicking my clit and sucking my nipples. Another one wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my head spin while two more slapped my tits and pinched my nipples hard. "Oh fuck...." I whispered, squirting in messy arcs while the tentacles kept moving inside me, never slowing down. The figure leaned closer, its silver eyes glowing. “Your friends are getting closer. Try to stay quiet, Sophia. Or maybe you want them to find you like this — tied up, squirting, being used by me."

My frown deepens, lips caught between my teeth. What was that? It felt like a breeze, like the lightest exhale against my skin, urging me, coaxing me to turn. My pulse stutters. I close my eyes, inhaling deeply, then exhaling through clenched teeth. You are in a supernatural settlement, Selene. It’s not uncommon for strange things to brush against you here. Just take a breath. Just breathe.

Then both, side by side, blank-eyed and frozen. "What the hell—" Aria started. Then the siren began. It wasn't mechanical. It wasn't a warning. It was alive. A sound from deep within the earth, groaning through steel and stone like the city was breathing through broken ribs. The ground trembled. Selene grabbed Aria's wrist. "Don't move." Aria's ears popped, like she'd climbed too fast. Her vision blurred at the edges. Across the street, a lone man dropped to his knees, eyes rolling white before he collapsed entirely.

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.

This is not a good idea. It wakes the resting soul inside me as I hear Skye's voice thunderously echoed all over the mansion. Adrenaline rush spread all over inside me lile a wild fire in the jungle. “Ahhhh!” We swiftly moved out from bed and headed down as we heard our Prince screamed for the second time loudly like he had never did before.

Stop. Max swiveled the chair, about to rip off the headphones when she screamed his name. Over and over, coming with his name on her lips. Glancing back nearly made him come. Max cursed, knowing he’d never soon forget the sight of Abby in the shower, a glorious wet dream permanently stamped into his brain.

"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.

He growls at me, and I have the urge to bow at his feet. “Calista, Jake. Where are your mates?” he asks, well commands and he feels somewhat familiar to me, but how? I don’t know him. He takes a few menacing steps closer to me and I step back. He smiles with a sinister grin on his face. A tall woman steps out from behind him with violet eyes. She tilts her head. All the surrounding noise drowns out as a song enters my head and I hear her voice in my head. Siren.

Then both, side by side, blank-eyed and frozen. “What the hell —” Aria started. Then the siren began. It wasn’t mechanical. It wasn’t a warning. It was alive. A sound from deep within the earth, groaning through steel and stone like the city was breathing through broken ribs. The ground trembled. Selene grabbed Aria’s wrist. “Don’t move.” Aria’s ears popped, like she’d climbed too fast. Her vision blurred at the edges. Across the street, a lone man dropped to his knees, eyes rolling white before he collapsed entirely.

Sirens. They surfaced slowly, their heads breaking the water. They looked human at first—beautiful women with long hair and perfect features. But as they opened their mouths to sing, I saw the rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Cover your ears!" I shouted. We all clamped our hands over our ears as the sirens began their song. Even muffled, I could feel it—the pull, the desire to walk into the water and join them. It was like someone had reached inside my chest and was tugging on something vital.