Siren Head Novels & Stories

It spoke of what a shiny sharp objects that sliced through the neck of the siren's son would do to the future of the community. The mother siren's wail was immediate, filling the hall with a shout of despair. Claws escaped her webbed digits, gills covered her arms, fins spread out like wings just not as wide. She screeched forcing everyone to covered their ears as she pushed against the guards to get to her son. She didn't need to, she was allowed. The hall was still again. All heads stuck to the sight before them, unsure whether it were a royal show or it had actually happened.

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.

"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.

Kaelen muttered, staring down into the dark water with a dark smirk. "Those are Tier Three Siren variants," Ethan whispered, his hands trembling slightly as he recognized his old research. "They use sound waves to make human brains explode from the inside out." Clara looked down at the swimming monsters with cold, dead eyes that showed zero fear. She raised her glowing katana high above her head, the sharp blade humming with deadly spatial energy. "They can scream all they want," Clara whispered softly into the roaring ocean wind. "The dead do not get to make noise in my presence."