Siren Head Poster Novels & Stories

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.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for until I saw a small, sleek black card tucked into the corner of a drawer. SC VIP was embossed on the front in silver. Beneath it, in my father’s hurried script, was an address for a place called Sirens. A VIP pass. I snatched it up. This wasn't the first time I’d had to sneak out of this estate. I changed quickly into a black, form-fitting leather jumpsuit—something that revealed just enough skin to fit the dark, predatory atmosphere of a place like Sirens. I grabbed a mask to shield my face, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

He cursed his mother's dying wish for asking his father to marry that cursed woman. The woman that pretended to not want power until she birthed a son of her own. "Let us..." He is unable to finish his statement since he heard a loud sound in the other room. "It seems we are not alone." Holden says. “Hi.” Sirens two of them, even though they were in their human forms, he could tell they were sirens by scent. They had both adorned the sailor's clothes clearly stolen from one of the corpses in the ship. “Sleep and forget us.”

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

Keeping close to the walls, I peered out into the small opening. "That’s it, get that one right there." One of the men muttered. A muffled shriek of pain followed. "Oh shut her the fuck up!" Another rough voice came. It took me a moment to realise what was happening and to comprehend the scene before me. My eyes widened in horror. Tied to a post, her arms twisted behind the post and a cloth in her mouth, tears streaming down her cheeks, was none other than a Siren. But unlike the ones I had seen before she was smaller, perhaps around twelve or thirteen. Her long brown hair fell in her face but what made my stomach twist sickeningly was the blood that pooled heavily around her on the ground.

“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

"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.

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.