Siren Head Novels & Stories

She hit the rusted railing behind us exactly like Future 3. The railing, old, rusted, held by two bolts, snapped. Siren fell, screeching in my voice and Crowe's voice and Maya's voice all at once, two stories down, straight onto the car battery and the speakers. The battery exploded on impact. Electricity and fire and black blood. Below, Kai and Vera and Alice didn't wait. "NOW!" Alice screamed. Kai fired both his Overdrive guns straight down into the fire. Vera jumped from the first floor landing, hammer raised high, and brought it down with all her Titan strength on Siren's swollen throat.

There were two covens that were piggybacking off the destruction of the Pramble Coven in order to promote their own feeding room as a ‘safe alternative’ which was just a load of shit. One of them is rumored to be housing a siren, but there was no evidence of that just yet. That one would have their event in two weeks. They should announce next week what their main attraction would be. It definitely provided us with enough time to come up with a plan of action. Sirens had two forms since they were shifters in their own right. There was the human form or the shifted form that had the Siren’s tail. They were able to shift between their two forms at will just like we could.

SIGRUN “Varul…” I sobbed out, my voice trembling against the freezing air. “Varul, you came—” I reached out a shaking, mud-stained hand toward him. The moment my fingers drifted toward his muzzle, Siren’s upper lip curled back, exposing massive, bone-white fangs, and he let out a low, terrifying snarl that vibrated straight through my ribs and down into my bones. I froze, the breath catching hard in my throat. Siren stepped closer, looming over me like a towering shadow of death. His amber eyes were burning with feral rage.

Siren noticed and laughed softly. "They're all watching you fall apart for me," she said. "Does that make you harder?" Theo nodded. "Yes, Mistress Siren." She attached nipple clamps next. The metal pinched his nipples with a sudden bite. Pain shot through his chest. He moaned loud. Siren tugged the chain connecting the clamps. The pull made him arch his back. At the same time, her other hand returned to his cock. She edged him again, stroking with steady rhythm. Pre-cum dripped from the tip onto the stage floor in small wet spots. She smirked.

I can feel a headache already starting to form after all of this knowledge. I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries.

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.

We stood up stiffly from our spots on the cold floor, our thin clothes doing little to protect us from the chill. "Ugh, that damn siren," Serene growled as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. Staring at her, I can see her eyes flashed with annoyance as she glared at the unknown, her fists clenching at her sides, as if the shrill siren grated on her already frayed nerves, the never-ending alarm a mockery of their captivity, as if she longed to smash the source of that wretched noise, to tear it from the wall and hurl it to the ground in a burst of shattered plastic and broken circuits.

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

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

“We are here to get you out!” For the first time I take a good look at the siren. She looks to be a girl around our age in her early twenties. She has on what appears to be some kind of sea plant sewn together in a mini skirt of sorts. She has a matching tube top deal, that kind of resembles a slimy dark green sports bandage wrapped around her chest. She is tall and thin, with a nice figure which is mostly on display.