Siren Head 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.

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

I sat huddled behind the massive, iron-reinforced base of a dormant blast furnace, my laptop open in my lap, its screen the only source of light in my immediate radius. "Siren cycle initiated," I whispered into the comm-link, though I couldn't even hear my own voice over the roar. "The acoustic sensors are peaking. Enzo, they’re in the North Kiln. Four heat signatures, moving in a diamond formation. They’re using sonic dampeners on their gear, but the foundry’s resonance is feeding back into their comms. They’re blind and deaf for the next thirty seconds." "Copy," Enzo’s voice crackled through the static. He sounded like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "Hold the frequency. Don't l

As the arrow is flying through the air, she added another status to the arrow’s attack. “Multiply!” the arrow multiplied into a large number. The arrows that Aster provided killed tons of Psychopaths who were chasing the wagon, but the numbers of them are still increasing, and their voices became louder as they reach closer to the Sewers Gates. “They are forty meters closer! Cannons get ready! Once they reached the thirty meters, I’ll give you all the ‘go’ signal. Got it!?” Captain Rian updated and informed all the soldiers. Aster continuously assisted all the troops with ensuring that the psychopaths won’t be near to the radius of the wagon.

The sirens didn't stop. Elena had been hoping they would. That it would turn out to be something routine, a standard resonance alert that got logged and filed and sent to a junior analyst who'd get to it in the morning. But the sound had multiplied in the last ten minutes — not louder, exactly, but more directional, coming from different points on the compass now instead of just the east, which meant vehicles, which meant deployment, which meant this was not getting filed. Garrett had his earpiece in and his expression was the one he wore when the information coming through it was not improving.

We will be well ahead of them even if they do follow. As I am walking, I’m holding a device that keeps scanning for cameras or sensors. As soon as it registers a sensor, it kills the relay back to the sirens. When it senses a camera, it replays the last few seconds before we came into view, essentially making me an invisible woman walking. Just as we got to the building, I started to pull out some other gear we would need. “What are we going to do once we get inside?” Cece asks. She sounds deeply focused.

Marcus pointed to the first one that set her eyes on the captain. A female head with a curvy torso up to the navel, and the rest of the body tailed off like a fish. Her hair was a shining burgundy brown in color. She leaped out of the water like a dolphin and slowly swam toward the ship. More Sirens emerged out of the fog. Marcus pointed to one of them that had salmon-colored hair.

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

A siren rang at the foot of the mountain and was heading towards this direction. The veins on the temples of Sergio's forehead throbbed and he clenched his fists. His eyes were terrifyingly red. "Bring Sara out." He walked to the end of the villa and ordered his men who were guarding it.

“You have to harness your magic before it spirals. If you don’t, the siren will take over completely. You won’t just be influenced. You’ll become her. And trust me, a siren is a breathing death spell.” A chill crawled down my spine. “How?” Theo moved toward the table, rifling through his bag. He pulled out a small, folded scroll and an obsidian vial sealed with wax. He handed both to me. “This,” he said, nodding at the scroll, “is a chant. Not a spell. A focus. It must be sung—not spoken—at the start of every sunrise for the next seven days. And this—” he tapped the vial, “—contains sea stone powder. You’ll mix a pinch into water and anoint your skin before sleeping. It’ll keep the wolf part