Siren Head Novels & Stories

[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]

he said, “This is a Nemachi device. I had only read of them. It is said that the Nemachi had learned to control sound through the movement of their wings.” They watched in silence as the sirens grew increasingly agitated. With no one to direct their agitation toward, they began attacking each other. It began with pushing and shoving. Then one took a bite out of her neighbour’s shoulder with those wickedly sharp teeth, the flesh tearing loose from the muscle beneath. The victim stared at her shoulder without understanding as the muscled showed white before being flooded with blood. She opened her mouth and must have let out a shriek to raise the dead. Though they could not hear it, the Mogul

The Sirens are near the Tungsten river bend, their illusions thin before dawn. “Form into three wings,” Ligon commanded, his tone a blade of calm steel slicing through the murmurs. “At the faintest hint of a song, you seal your ears and your hearts alike. No one speaks unless spoken to. We find the Sirens and silence them so completely that their throats will fear to dream of melody again.” Valia stood beside him, her hair coiled high like a crown of shadow, eyes glimmering in the torchlight with cool curiosity. “You place such faith in Glacy’s word?” she asked, no envy in her tone, only a keen interest.

A moment later I threw the switch on the second circuit. SCREEEEECH. The four electronic sirens I had wired to the battery banks on the upper window ledges came alive together. The noise hit the narrow stone lane like a physical blow, bouncing off the walls and flattening every other sound. "Ahh!" one of the riflemen shrieked, dropping his weapon to clap his hands over his ears. "My ears! What the hell is that?" "Ambush!" Garrick roared. He fired two blind shots from the revolver into the red smoke. They were swallowed by the sirens.

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be

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.

“What about the incident from earlier?” “Sirens have certain abilities that help them find prey and keep them safe. One is the siren call and screech. The call lures in food sources, and the screech wards away danger. The second is what my mind did earlier. Cassie calls it head hopping. There are some pureblood abilities that I won’t get the pleasure of having. The coolest one is how they can imprint their memories into a body of water.” “Did she explain why this is all happening now?”

“If we leave now, where will we go? Without our fins and our gills, we would be stuck on land and could easily be captured and returned to Lachlan, or worse, my uncle. Also, we need to reject him, Val. If we don’t, we could be living our entire lives with the pains of betrayal. We know he won’t touch us, and no one else will during our time here. We could face worse out there.” “There has to be a way to attain your fins and gills before your magic comes in. If not, how do siren children survive?” “They are born from siren mothers, so are born in their siren forms. We had a Lycan mother. We can’t access that form until our seal is broken.”

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

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.