Siren Head Origins Novels & Stories

“And what exactly is it?” “The origin,” he said. “The first voice. The magic that birthed all sirens came from one being. She was never named, at least not in any human or Lycan language. Some called her the Voice Beneath. Others just whispered Mother of Storms. She didn’t cast spells. She didn’t curse people. She just… sang. And everything listened.” I didn’t breathe.

I look out and I find a sign explaining the history of Siren's Point it reads: Welcome to Siren's Point founded by James Kennedy in 1708. Mr. Kennedy is renowned for his hunt of sea maids. It is believed that when the mist would come onto the island the sea maids would follow James Kennedy to the shore. At night if you listen very carefully you can hear their song being heard on the cliffs of Siren's Point. This island became a prison in 1721 when James Kennedy was found guilty of piracy and being a traitor to the crown. Mr. Kennedy was the first prisoner to set foot in these cells. He died shortly after from typhoid in 1723.

He moved his pawn as he spoke. "I think you might be the first person to call me good." I admitted. "I guess compared to most other sirens you're more of a saint." He laughed, and I knew he was right. Some of these sirens pulled in the darkness in our beast. They stuck to the ancient ways of luring humans into the ocean, drowning them, and then feasting on their bodies. That's what we had seen on the shore that day. My father was there, but only to make sure that they weren't caught or recorded. He doesn't participate in those huntings.

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

To my chagrin, he throws his head back and lets out a boisterous chuckle. All I can do is stand there and tolerate his mocking amusement. After a few seconds, his laughter dies down to a few muffled cackles. He sniggers and shakes his head in bemusement. “Oh, luv, the things you should know. Well, let me educate you, my beauty. Sirens are rare supernatural creatures who can influence a being by using their voice. You can usually find them frolicking near the ocean. However, several centuries ago, they began to live and mate with humans. Unfortunately, the intermixing of human and siren blood meant more human children and fewer sirens.” He says with a look of disgust and continues. “Which bec

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,"

He smiled at her “Ok” Maddie said excitedly “I’ve been asking for weeks but she won‘t tell me. Elder Nait, what is a sirens song?” “It is a song sung by the Fae’s. When the world was filled with them, they would sing; communicating how they felt. They used the wind like a telephone; to send songs or tunes; to talk” “I thought Siren were mythical creatures and related to the sea like merfolk” Maddie said “No. They were an extension of the Fae. When a fairy mated with a merfolk. They had offsprings and not all were able to adapt to living between the sky and the sea”

The constant moving eye on one side of her face moves even faster then before as if surveying every inch of land. Suddenly, one of the three heart seeker jumps out of the woods. The wolf like head opens up and the tendril from the dead head attached shivers within the living head and through its mouth. The tentacle splits into three separate smaller appendages. There is a hungry mouth in the middle of the opening that salivates at the thought of sinking its dark and cracked teeth into the flesh of a being birthed from the darkness itself. However, this siren is no push over. The blue creature’s reaction is instant almost like the feeling of the warm winds told her what side the creature was

It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds. It was an old siren sang by their ancestors when they waged war against humans. Their ancestors wanted to cleanse the blood of a god shed by the humans, the humiliation and all their bad deeds. The song also said they would cut ties with the human world and that the humans would suffer on their own. Norma who thought the ancestors might have exaggerated back then and even thought the human race had evolved and were now better than before was angered by their actions. It started with them kidnapping her leader and treating him like a lab rat. Her leader has not been the same since he got b

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."