Siren Head Picture Novels & Stories

All of their eyes were set on me. For sure it was a little creepy. I tilted my head, staring the siren sitting at the front. She looked the oldest of them all. And she also looked more powerful than the rest. I intertwined my fingers with Zeus' fingers. The sirens are known to be as tricky as the God Loki was. That's why, I just couldn't trust that look on their faces. I left Eve's cape on the hands of Moon. I didn't want her to go crazy if the sirens started singing again.

Chapter 12: Werewolves vs Sirens At the sight of the woman dragging the lifeless Jonathan into the water, my senses returned, drowning the artificial voices that had whispered in my head. “Jonathan! I screamed at the top of my voice. Hayley and Eric turned to me, confusion written on their faces. Eric drew out his spear and threw it, striking the siren on the arm. With a roar, she lunged at him. But before she could get any closer, Hayley shot at her, her arrow piercing the siren’s heart. With a loud cry, the siren fell into the sea, the water around her, turning crimson. Suddenly, more sirens began to rise from the water, their predatory gazes locked on us. Some jumped on the boat, their ta

‘Siren? Instantly Felen thought of a painting that was on display in the main room of Leister's manor the last time he received a summons to appear before Barend. A painting by John William Waterhouse with the title Siren. However, the painting he saw depicted a beautiful woman with a grace that captivated the heart. Be it the heart of the person who saw the painting or the heart of the man who was also painted with the beautiful creature. Very different from the figure that Felen is now facing. The figure is more suitable to be called a monster. Very scary and gives off a dangerous aura.

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

“But real sirens can be male or female… and anything in between. They don’t have to sing to get people attached to them. But they can make anyone think they are fated mates. They can make you so drawn to them that you can’t breathe without them. They take everything and anything they want from you, and when they break your heart, it’s like your entire world ended, and you can’t see anything else except that heartbreak…” My heart shattered at his words. “Are you telling me that Irene was played by a siren?” I asked, my voice coming barely above a whisper. He nodded, pressing his lips firmly together as he took off his seatbelt. I knew the story was coming to an end, and he needed to blow off

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

I walk to them and try to pull him away from the woman. "What the fuck are you doing, dude?!" I yell at him. "This is not fun!! Let go of her!" I yell at him, trying to pull him away, only to get shoved aside. I get shoved to the wall behind me and hit my head a little before falling against the ground. "Damn it..." I mutter to myself while holding my head and trying to get a sense out of my blurry vision. That's when I hear the police sirens.

Said, Kathleen. "All under your grace, Lady Kathleen. I've been curious, as always," The older-looking siren with horns that projected from his purple, almost bald head turned towards Laura. He looked at her with a curious gaze. She had only acquainted with the three Sirens who came by the palace of the werewolves, and only them. Laura could feel the mixture of auras from the old siren in front of her. It made her slightly uncomfortable. In normal human terms, it was social anxiety that she was experiencing.

The image distorts when he turns and I can’t see his face. Then I hear it, the scream. I follow the sound, and I watch as the siren gives birth on land. When the child is born, she is surrounded by guards in shining golden armour pointing their spears at the siren. Then they take the child from her. The child wails. “No, don’t take her to him, please I beg you, give me back my child.” She tries to get up when the fae who has the bundle in his arms mounts his unicorn and looks back at the restrained siren and sneers.

He smiled and ruffled my hair. “It hurts, but I'm glad you and the princess are safe” he smiled at me. “I intentionally want us to spare that last assassin for investigation. I wanted him to eat his last meal before we get him arrested” I told Demetrius and he smiled. Getting him arrested won't be hard due to our sense of smell. Let him hide under the sea, Isidora will fetch him out. She is a siren witch by the way. A siren witch is an Aquatic creature. She can turn into a mermaid and can swim in the deepest ocean.