Siren Head Picture Novels & Stories

The high-frequency siren was a physical blade, carving through the air of the penthouse. Elara’s vision swam, but her instincts honed by generations of Vane hunters took over. She didn't reach for a panic button; she reached for the silver stylus in her blazer.

She rushes to see the queen with this new development, she needs to nip this in the bud, if word gets out that Dean is mated to a siren, the king would protect her with his life. “You seem to feel like since I agreed to help you, you can barge in my room and disturb my peace Briar,” Penelope glares, “what is it? Did you brat run into trouble?” “Yes, a siren,” Briar says. Penelope had lit up in excitement, any news on sirens was her favorite. “Explain Briar,” Penelope orders. “His majesty’s mate is not a mermaid but a siren,” Briar says angrily, “ugh, you know how hard it was to kill just one that time, she died because she chose to, how are we going to get rid of this one.”

Wait, what if I was dead already? "She’s awakened." Came the ethereal, powerful and beautiful voice of the eldest siren there, making my attention go to her. Her hair was pure white, braided into a long plait, her tail a deep steel grey which bled into a rich plum purple. She wore a thin sheer fabric wrapped around her breasts, several necklaces hung around her neck and her hands were adorned in bracelets and rings. But what caught my attention was the huge crown adorned with jewels of several colours that sat upon her head.

It was a simple, stylized silver fox—the emblem of Siren and the Corsairs. "The pirates," Julian breathed. "Siren came for her seat at the table." > D******D COMPLETE. > SYSTEM INITIALIZED. The lights in the barn went out. Then, every monitor, every tablet, and even the HUDs in the attacking helicopters flickered to life with a single, clear image. It was a wireframe model of a child's face, her eyes opening with a terrifying, ancient intelligence. "Father," the voice didn't come from the speakers. It came from every electronic device within a mile, a perfect, digital harmony. "The house is clean now. Shall I lock the doors?"

Everything is peaceful, until suddenly something massive breaks through the waves, screeching like a demon. I slip and fall on my butt in the water, startled by the loud sound and the massive chest taking up my field of vision. My heart is beating a mile per second. What type of monster have I found this time?! I lift my chin with a scream stuck in my throat. The creature before me is a humanoid creature, one of those sirens with pale skin and sharp teeth inches away from my face. Roger always warned me about sirens, said they were more frightening than mermaids, and so far, I agree. I can't get a good look at the siren's face, but its body is extremely muscular, built for battle, and a hund

Siren calms down, but she still feels on edge. As we got to the pack house. That bloody red car pulled up behind us. Siren gets agitated again, “Mate.” Siren yells in my mind. I looked over to see who she was talking about. It could be anyone in the car. All the doors open. Lastly, the driver opens his door and steps out of the car. “Mate,” Siren yells again.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

Mystra explained with a frown. Another slide was put up which showed a diagram of a siren unshifted and one that was shifted. Unshifted looked human just like we did. Shifted, however, was a huge transformation. Their features sharpened and became even more vibrant, more alluring. Then there was the tail which looked like it was covered in scales of jewels.

Her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks turned red with embarrassment and annoyance. “That pervert!” she grumbled. Siren looked at the items in front of her, a sly smile curling on her lips. “If I sell all this, how much money could I make?” she mused, feeling a surge of excitement at the thought of boosting her bank account. She grabbed her phone and began taking photos of the items, trying to make them look as appealing as possible for listing on an e-commerce platform. Siren carefully arranged the items on a table, adjusting the lighting to capture their best features. Her excitement grew as she envisioned the potential profit. Everything was brand new and high-quality.