Siren Head Horror Novels & Stories

It was way too brutal but amazing. But I just closed my eyes when the siren with red hair screamed hideously. I don't know but we hear it all and I feel like my eardrums are about to burst. I felt like I was going to bleed because my head felt like it was going to explode because of the death screams of the two sirens, but it stopped when the surroundings became chaotic. The knights attack the two sirens. The attacks of the knights followed one after the other. They manipulated the waters and threw their tridents like a boomerang. Knights were flying around, obviously, they couldn't take the two sirens lightly.

Long dead, eaten, gnawed vertebrae, ribs and tails. “They all swam to my voice and were caught like tiny fish on bread crumbs,” the Siren sang, leaving the unconscious Queen and turning around. “You came by yourself, just like them,” she cooed, poking a black claw into the bones. “Come out, I can smell your blood,” and sang. Fascinated by the voice, Chaos moved away from the wall and, under Nocté’s frightened gaze, went to the Siren. “Come to me, come on ... I'll give you pleasure,” her tentacles merged into a tail.

The high-frequency siren was a physical blade, carving through the air of the penthouse. Elara’s vision swam, but her instincts honed by generations of Vane hunters took over. She didn't reach for a panic button; she reached for the silver stylus in her blazer.

picked up a terrifying new frequency. ​"The Siren is no longer broadcasting data," Lyra reported, her holographic form standing at the very edge of the forward viewport. Her data-gown was now a sharp, warning crimson. "It has pivoted to Solar Induction. Kael, it’s not trying to harvest us anymore. It’s deploying the Sun-Snuffer."

The two of them aren't dressed for the occasion. "Another time, honey," the mother stops in the corridor, and while she speaks to the little daughter cradled in her arms, I get the sense she is trying to give me a warning. "When the storm arises, the sirens will sing and lure lost souls out into the sea. Their voices are beautiful and their promises sweet, but when they assure to reunite you with your loved ones, they mean in heaven or hell." A shudder travels up my spine, yet her words don't keep me from climbing up the stairs. Sirens don't scare me. I've never met one, but I'm a badass vampire princess!

Her head grew heavy, and her vision began to blur. "Are you alright, Miss Sirena?" Elliot asked, feigning concern. "Um… My head… feels strange," Sirena muttered, clutching her temple as the room spun around her. Sirena struggled to stay conscious, but her sight darkened, and the dizziness overpowered her. She tried to focus, but everything seemed to sway. "Don’t worry, Miss Sirena," Mr. Elliot’s voice came through faintly, his tone unnervingly calm. His sharp gaze remained fixed on her, his mysterious smile unchanging. "You might just be exhausted."

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

Heart and liver exposed, partially devoured, it was a nauseating sight that twisted my stomach in knots, making me want to retch. Suddenly, I felt something cold slowly dropping on my head— A cold liquid began trickling over my head, drop by chilling drop. I shuddered as the frigid trail snaked down my forehead. With trembling hands, I reached up, my fingertips encountering the sticky, metallic substance. It was red, unmistakably.... blood. My eyes looked upside, and horror-struck my very soul as I took in the sight of the severed head of a man hung grotesquely from a hook, taking the place of a torch.

I gasped seeing the woman’s feet jerking in the air as she chokes after she hung herself. “Serra, are you okay?” Xyrus grabbed my shoulder and made me face him. My eyes widened seeing the old man’s missing head instead of Xyrus face. The head turned 360° with a grin on his face. I screamed when his head dropped and rolled on my lap. I stomped my feet as though ants were pestering around it. I grabbed the head and threw it out of the window. “That’s enough!” The ghosts roving in the house vanished with one powerful command.

Whatever it was, it gave us a five second head start and we wasted it. “Uhh!” The siren screams tore the silence the dark figures covered in smoke swarmed into the room, wailing like souls burning in hell. They rushed the man, grabbing him on all four limbs. He shouted, hitting them violently. They didn't let go. The monsters dragged him into the darkness while I just watched.