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.

Two targets in the backyard and two more flanking the building. The tempest howled angrily, echoing the restlessness rippling through Max as he shouldered a Vektor R5 rifle. Gale force winds could pose a problem for Slater’s skill set when taking out targets on the perimeter, and the sniper set up as close as possible without attracting attention. The teams moved in position just as Abby’s frantic screams cut the air. Max’s heart clenched as he surged forward. Death metal music suddenly blared from the house. The thumping music whipped through the turbulent air as the front door swung open. “Move now. Go, go, go.”

It was the sound of the void, the note that existed before the first "Let there be light." A total =A Siren ⋅sin(ωt)+A Void ⋅sin(ωt+π) In the air, the two waves met. The Siren Note was a structured, crystalline weapon; Xander’s counter-melody was a chaotic, crushing weight. Where they collided, the air physically cracked. Sparks of blue and gold lightning arced between the pillars, and the quartz walls began to spiderweb with fractures.

Her eyes gleamed with so much hope and determination like she has a good strategy to defeat the beast. "Missy let me remind you that you can only use the spear only once according to Sirene," I seriously warned her. "I know that is why I am going to save this bad boy for last. First, Clarren needs to cut off all the heads so we would know which is the immortal one," she started to explain. "Like I said, cutting the wrong head will only multiply and grows more," I reiterated. "Then Oslec will use his flaming sword to burn all of the cut heads so that they won't grow back or multiply. At least it will buy us a little time to know the immortal head,"

His longing for her was so great that he began to move restlessly in the water, waiting impatiently for her to return. Suddenly he was pulled under the water. His hands shot out, trying to grab on to something, anything. But there was nothing but water. He looked down and saw something glittering in the water. It was a tail. But it wasn't like the mer creatures tail he was used to. This one was different. It was silver in colour and it had sharp edges. It was a siren! Xavier realized this the moment the siren looked up at him. He tried to speak but water rushed down his throat, choking him.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

"She’s breathing. Barely." She attempts to lean down further to confirm the strength of the heartbeat when she stops. Her body goes rigid. She slowly lifts her head, her neck straining as she listens attentively to the wind. At first, it’s just the crackle of the flames. Then, a low, rising wail begins to cut through the roar of the fire. Wail. Wail. Wail. Vivian’s mouth drops open, her eyes turning wild and frantic. A siren. Not one, but several.

I tried to smile back, but my face felt stiff, like dried clay ready to crack. "Polycarbonate base," he said, pointing to the parts. "Silver coating. Sealed in epoxy. It’s built to last and look good doing it." I ran my finger over the cool metal of the barrel. Edryx stood a little taller, his eyes locked on my hand. "It’s beautiful," I whispered. "That’s the Silencer," he said. He looked between me and Ravenna, then focused on me again. "It’s the first one with our new tech. It’s light and small—perfect for a woman's grip—but it’s deadly accurate."

Moby. Disappearing briefly, the nurse returns with a doctor whose name I can't pronounce, telling us they need to start doing scans to see if they can find the problem causing the elevated blood pressure. He explains the procedure, which essentially consists of Moby lying on his back while they take multiple x-rays of his head giving them a more in-depth look at the brain. It's cold and impersonal, but I guess you have to stay aloof to work in an ER. People breeze in, and out like the waves on the beach. As soon as they come in, they're already making their way out.

My head pounds as I hang upside down in this small space, blood rushing to my head. Glass shards can be seen strewn about me, some of which are entangled in my hair and bloody clothes. I put my hands on my chest and pull on the seatbelt across it in an effort to release the pressure. I can hear shouts in the distance, as well as a siren approaching. I try to crawl out of the cramped confines, but I come to a halt as a pain-filled cry leaves my chest, tears streaming down my face. Dizzying black stars erupt in my eyesight, causing me to close my eyes in the hopes of stopping the nausea. The loud wailing sound of a siren approaches, exacerbating the pain in my head. As I hear footsteps coming,