Siren Head Novels & Stories

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.

She rushes to see the queen with this new development, she needs to nip this in the bud, if word gets out that Dean is mated to a siren, the king would protect her with his life. “You seem to feel like since I agreed to help you, you can barge in my room and disturb my peace Briar,” Penelope glares, “what is it? Did you brat run into trouble?” “Yes, a siren,” Briar says. Penelope had lit up in excitement, any news on sirens was her favorite. “Explain Briar,” Penelope orders. “His majesty’s mate is not a mermaid but a siren,” Briar says angrily, “ugh, you know how hard it was to kill just one that time, she died because she chose to, how are we going to get rid of this one.”

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.

“What is this for?” He smirked. “Put it on and see.” He grabbed my hand and we ran through the mirror. I was enveloped in water instantly and began to panic, but a bubble soon formed around my head and I could breathe. “What is – ah!” I tried speaking but it came out too clear for my ears to handle. “It takes some getting used to, most Sirens, like us, communicate telepathically due to how sound travels through water. To some, it can be a little sensitive, while to most it could be hard to hear at all,” Caspian said.

Calyx felt that's she's strong as well. Calyx glanced at his friend, Sirene. Sirene was now tall. Although not as tall as him, she's still taller than an average woman. Calyx knew that a lot had changed during those four years. She's still noisy like before. She's stronger, and the way she fights using something he doesn't know what to call. Sirene used a weapon that was not familiar to him. Every time Sirene clicked something, an explosion sound will come out. Sirene's hair was black as well as her eyes, but Calyx knew the true color of her hair and eyes. He looked at her wrist and saw the familiar bracelet that Sirene used to change her hair and eyes.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

“You’re okay, Siren.” “Yeah, she is definitely concussed. Let’s get her to a real hospital and check for possible skull fractures, she seems to have hit her head.” He says, grabbing her trembling hand. “Her pulse is so low.” “Siren, breathe.” “They hit the car,” she says. “I hit my head.” She says, her voice fading with the word that comes out of her mouth. “I’m sorry, I crashed the car. I hit my—” The alarms in my head go off when I see her eyes glaze over and her body goes limp in my hands. I’m scared, so fucking scared.

"Let's just make sure we're done with it before it grows more heads." "Or seven," Kira muttered. I swallowed hard. "I'm afraid it already has seven heads." I could see Orion's eyes widen in shock as he repeated the words, "Seven heads?"

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

Standing in the rusted skeleton of a dry dock was a familiar silhouette. Siren. She wasn't wearing her silver-fox silks. She was clad in greasy overalls, her cybernetic eye covered by a thick leather patch. Beside her sat a "Skimmer"—a low-profile, flat-bottomed boat powered by a manual diesel engine, an ancient beast of iron that emitted no digital signature. "You're late, Thorne," Siren rasped, her voice barely audible over the lapping water. "I had to bypass three automated patrol buoys to get this bucket here. The Circle is tightening. They’re starting to pulse the water with sonar every twenty minutes."