Siren Head Novels & Stories

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."

Siren calms down, but she still feels on edge. As we got to the pack house. That bloody red car pulled up behind us. Siren gets agitated again, “Mate.” Siren yells in my mind. I looked over to see who she was talking about. It could be anyone in the car. All the doors open. Lastly, the driver opens his door and steps out of the car. “Mate,” Siren yells again.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

He didn't lift his head up from his drink, but his strong fingers dug deeper into my hip through the fabric of my jeans, anchoring me to his seat as Siren stopped right in front of us, the bright orange flames of the fire casting long, dancing shadows across her lethal face. “You are looking mighty comfortable over there in the dark, Stone,” Siren said smoothly, her smoky voice carrying over the sound of the music. She ignored my presence completely, keeping her sharp green eyes locked straight onto the President’s rugged profile. “I was just talking to some of the boys about the big motorcycle race we are holding down at the old valley track tomorrow morning. The Vipers are putting up a tho

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.

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.”

As she did so, the siren's face appeared snarling and baring sharp black teeth within blue lips and a bluish white face with glass eyes. A scream escaped Amelia, causing her to suck in a mouthful of water that invaded her lungs, which were begging for air. She needed to get free, and she needed to do it soon before she blacked out. Despite her struggles, she remained caught by the siren, who was now beginning to bite her arm, drawing blood that bubbled towards the surface.

It has a horrible effect on my body and senses, rattling my brain inside my skull, as my physical self crunches up, instantly immobile and I grab my ears. It’s a siren, honking hard and loud, in a pitch that causes me physical pain with its sheer volume, echoing in the air and making the surroundings shudder in trembling response. My heart elevates, until I think my chest is going to explode, my body straining to turn to wolf to get away faster, but I don’t let it. I need to keep these clothes, more than ever now, and I need to get back to my tree to grab my stuff and go at some point too.

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