Siren Head Horror Novels & Stories

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

Chapter four: the sins of the father **** Karen screamed, throwing the bloody box in her hands away. The sight of her father's severed head played over and over in her mind's eyes, his pale lifeless skin, his bulging eyes threatening to explode out of his head, the expression of pure horror and anguish on his face. The box fell to the ground and her father's head rolled out, his lifeless eyes staring at her.

One shoe off. Blood pooling beneath her head. Nirvana’s breath hitched. Her voice caught in her throat. Her eyes widened. She didn’t scream. She couldn’t. She just stood there, trembling, as the horror settled in her bones. Sienna wasn’t moving. Not even a little.

"What the hell? Historia gets up to her feet suddenly she hears from her roof window a loud city siren blaring. "What the hell is going on? Those are the city sirens? They only go off during emergency that affects the whole city district. Historia and her sister Elizabeth walk close to the window. They both placed their hands in the glassy window. Their eyes widen in shock and fear. Elizabeth quivering speaks holding close to her sister's clothes.

It was a scream the kind that summons every sleeping soul, begging it to awaken and witness the nightmare with her. She stumbled backward, clutching the curtain as if to draw it shut and shield her from the horrific image. But it was too late. The scene was etched in her memory: Sid, a lifeless doll, hanging in death, his head bowed, his blood soaking the seat and cascading down the stone passage like a river of hell.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

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.

Siren’s POV His hands tighten around my throat like he's owning me, and he drives into me so hard the headboard slams the wall like it’s trying to escape. “All night,” he snarls against my ear, teeth scraping skin. “All fucking night, Little Birdie. I’m not stopping. Even if you pass out, I’m still gonna be inside you. You’re gonna wake up with my cock buried deep and my hands on your hips.” The words should scare me. They should make me fight, make me scream, make me do anything except what I actually do.

The headless body crumpled to the ground with a dull thud, blood pooling around it. The silence that followed was deafening, the kind of silence that only accompanies sheer, bone-chilling fear. It was as if the air around them froze. The other vampires stood frozen, their red eyes wide with shock, their pale faces devoid of any expression but fear. The only sound was the faint rustle of the wind and the drip of blood from the lifeless body. "Now," Nyxoria said, her voice cold and commanding as she held the severed head up, "can I pass?"

I washed my hair and applied some body spray. When I was done, I looked like a bride. I quickly wore the lingerie and bra... I bought for today. The were both red and lace. I then wore my night gown. I laid on the bed for 30 minutes before I heard the door bell ring. I didn't go get it. I wanted him to come in by him self. When he knocked for about 5 more times,he just came in,he searched for me in the sitting room and kitchen. I heard him calling my name but I just kept quiet.