Siren Head Novels & Stories

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."

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 say as I point to the screen as Andrew speaks. “We have known about the sirens for ten years. We captured one of them to study her with her permission. She escaped. She is more dangerous than the ones that are currently attacking. I advise all civilians in the fishing communities to move further in land until the siren threat is dealt with.” I growl loudly and throw my mug against the war. “He fucking did this to her.” I scream as I pull on my hair as I pace.

The siren flicked her face, throwing her hair back and started to walk out of the fire lit chamber," Good, then. I'll see you later mistress." As the siren walked out of the room, Indiva closed her eyes and started to mutter more enchantments and throw herbs into the fire. A lock like vice appeared on the fire and she nodded in satisfaction. She had locked the siren with the fire. And now, if this Aenora tried to go against her, then she would simply throw her back into the fire."

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”

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

[A soldier went to Captain Rian informing them] “Captain Rian, I am Scott, a Cannon Operator, the Psychopaths seemed to be dispersing and starting to retreat.” Scott informed her. [Scott is a Cannon Operator from the Defence Division. He is a tall, white-skinned, white haired teenager, he has tattoos around his neck and big earspools that made large holes on his ears.] “Good work on observing the situation Scott.” Praised by Captain Rian. [Scott smiled, bowed towards them and start walking away]

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.