Siren Head Creepypasta Novels & Stories

My heart is pounding so hard it physically hurts, my hands and back are dripping in sweat while all the air is leaving my lungs leaving me struggling to breathe, struggling to think. "Hey fatty!" my head shoots up but he's still there. "This isn't real, your dead!" He straightens his head as he takes a step closer to me before getting down on his haunches so we are eye to eye. "do I look dead piggy?" he winks at me and I want to throw up all over again. I go to scream but he has already sensed it and his hand quickly comes up and covers my mouth. "I wouldn't do that if I was you, Savannah is just down the hall and I'm happy to live out the promise I made to you!" he starts laughing, a creepy

Her head snaps in my direction and her singing stops. “Don’t stop. That was beautiful.” I say gruffly. “Stay away.” She shouts, even her speaking voice is deep and raspy. I see her pointy little teeth and her coal-black eyes, her Siren is in control. Her iridescent blue tail slaps the water in a warning. Normally, Sirens would be all for leading a man to their watery death, but not before claiming their bodies to sate their carnal desire. This Siren is different though because she’s mated. I step closer, and a hiss releases from her lips, and I know I only have minutes before she starts chanting to make the water do her bidding. I make a mad dash to the lake, my tiger, Hugo, urging me to go

The constant moving eye on one side of her face moves even faster then before as if surveying every inch of land. Suddenly, one of the three heart seeker jumps out of the woods. The wolf like head opens up and the tendril from the dead head attached shivers within the living head and through its mouth. The tentacle splits into three separate smaller appendages. There is a hungry mouth in the middle of the opening that salivates at the thought of sinking its dark and cracked teeth into the flesh of a being birthed from the darkness itself. However, this siren is no push over. The blue creature’s reaction is instant almost like the feeling of the warm winds told her what side the creature was

His voice sounded doubled, a deep, vibrating undertone hidden beneath his usual calm demeanor. Siron took a step back, his back hitting the cold stone of a shattered headstone. The scent of damp earth and ozone still hung in the air among the temple ruins. Elara had already vanished, leaving behind a warning that thrummed in his head: The Whisperer. He infiltrates through trust.

I feel a pinch on my neck and before I take another breath darkness invades my head. My head hurts and my thoughts are fuzzy as I fight to open my eyes, but they’re not opening, I hear voices in the distance and none of them sound familiar. I keep my breathing slow and my heart rate normal as I inhale deeply. My nose is accosted by many scents but the most potent is rogue, they’ve captured me. I hear a woman’s voice, “she’s very pretty, perhaps we could do a threesome Seth, I’m sure you can manage both of us,” she giggles.

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.

💦Fifteen Minutes of Sin 💦 Siren read the text again and let out a low, throaty laugh that sent a shiver straight down my spine. She was still straddling me, her leather corset pushed down, breasts exposed, and my cum slowly leaking from her well-fucked pussy onto my cock. “Fifteen minutes,” she purred, grinding slowly against me. “That’s plenty of time for a proper lesson, don’t you think?” “Siren… Mistress,” I breathed, already getting hard again despite having just cum. “My roommate will be here any second. We can’t…”

The sound is so infectious that I can’t help laughing too, still buried inside her. “That must have been horrifying,” she laughs. “Lock the door everything you come in here.” “I’m not always here to fuck you,” I argue. “And he should have minded his business, it was my name you screamed, not his.” Her lips part, mischief dancing in her eyes. “Would you prefer it if I were to scream his name instead? That’s a very weird kink but I can—” I slap a hand over her mouth. “I swear to God if you mention another man while I’m inside you, he dies, Siren.”

"He also told me about akharus and usemis." "Just akharu and usemi. You don't say the 's.'" "Well, he told me about idimmu, too, these half-breeds. They are known by other names, too, like sirens. He said I was one, but different. And that you are like me." "A siren is a type of idimmu. A siren can force you to do or feel things that you don't want to. Peter thinks you are making me feel drawn to you."

I want to see it again. My footsteps felt very slow as I descended the slope. I didn't feel like going home before I met Frey. Frey's sad face appeared in my memory. In my daydream, I heard a noise from the direction of the forest. The sound of someone screaming. It wasn't long before someone screamed. I immediately ran towards the source of the sound. As soon as I reached the place where the screams came from, I saw a woman running towards me. The woman fell and tried to ask me for help.