Siren Head Sightings Novels & Stories

Steel and Hellfire are watching over Wendy’s shoulder to monitor the outside perimeter. “Can you zoom in?” Councilwoman Rebecca asks me. “Only so much. We still have too much area that isn't connected here in the dead zone,” I tell her. Through the earbuds, I hear Siren say she’s got her father’s scent. “Stay with the squad, Siren,” Raptor growls. “He doesn’t get away this time,” she growls back. “We’ve got movement outside the vans,” Wendy says. “How many?” I ask, seeing Steel lean over Wendy from the corner of my eye.

Gabe’s phone buzzed in his palm—unknown number, two words that turned his stomach cold. Call me. — Pal He answered. “Yeah?” Pal’s voice was too calm. “We found something off the headland. You need to see it.” “What is it?” A beat. Then: “What’s left of a trawler. We think it’s the Siren.” Gabe’s free hand found the pew and gripped until his knuckles ached. “Any survivors?” “Not yet,” Pal said. “But there’s… writing. Same as the beach. On the inside of the hull.”

Claire said, spotting her and waving. Morgan crossed the deck to her. Reaching her she scooped her into a hug. "What have you been doing, crazy girl?" Morgan asked Claire. "This and that." She said with a grin. "Oh really." Morgan laughed. Morgan stopped laughing as her attention was caught by large stone cliffs the ship was passing. The ship fell silent. Everyone seems to stop and watch the ship pass through the entrance of Siren's Gulley. It was like all of the crew was holding their breath waiting for something to happen. Some made the sign of the cross. Others looked like they were praying.

Adora helplessly argued. "Is that so? Then she is welcome to do her worst!" Further attempts to convince Edwardo to release the siren were futile. The man was too blinded by greed to see the impending doom. And it came. The quiet waters of the golden seas suddenly became turbulent as several groups of sirens in their hundreds swam towards the surface. At exactly midnight, the scaly-tailed creatures crawled out of the water, shifting immediately to dazzling beauties. They ventured into the city and the once quiet night was disturbed with screams and cries of agony.

"There is one strange thing, though. A story coming up from the southern coast. From near Lytheria." Liora’s spoon stilled. "What kind of story?" "Not a bad one," Finn said quickly. "Just… sad. Fishermen talk about a 'weeping fog' that rolls in some nights. They say if you listen closely, you can hear a woman singing in it. A lullaby. But it sounds… broken. It makes the fish scarce and gives everyone bad dreams. They call her the 'Siren of the Sorrows.' Most people just avoid that part of the coast now."

“I hate that this is happening between us, but we don’t have the luxury of time. Now that your siren side is beginning to awaken, I swear they will come for you. And I can’t protect you if you keep making things difficult.” She stopped struggling. Her body went still against mine. For a long moment we just stood there—her back to my chest, my arms around her waist, our breathing the only sound in the room. Finally she spoke, voice small but steady. “I thought sirens were supposed to have tails. How will they leave the sea and come here?” I kept my arms around her, not ready to let go. “I’ve studied about them,” I said quietly. “They can take on legs and the form of a person. They can even co

Her head snaps in my direction and her singing stops. “Don’t stop. That was beautiful.” I say gruffly. “Stay away.” She shouts, even her speaking voice is deep and raspy. I see her pointy little teeth and her coal-black eyes, her Siren is in control. Her iridescent blue tail slaps the water in a warning. Normally, Sirens would be all for leading a man to their watery death, but not before claiming their bodies to sate their carnal desire. This Siren is different though because she’s mated. I step closer, and a hiss releases from her lips, and I know I only have minutes before she starts chanting to make the water do her bidding. I make a mad dash to the lake, my tiger, Hugo, urging me to go

They were traced back as soon as they heard of a hostage of the Serena that they found hovering in her city, and after harsh torture, he confessed to them that they had found their queen that would lead them to victory against the vampires. The enmity between the Vampire and Serran families has been around since the beginning of the formation. Sirens are an amphibious family from the descendants of Satan, able to live in water and land. They hunt ships, navigators, and every living creature that dares to penetrate the Bermuda Triangle until this geographical feature for humans became one of the most dangerous places that it is impossible to cross, where no ship, plane, or even a submarine cr

There is nothing to see around him, as the flames licking up their hands illuminate the surroundings, and the black wall behind the light also does not reveal sounds from the dark ones. Saren hesitates, scouting towards the square from which he has come so far, and turns his attention back towards the darkness where the last scream had disappeared. He did not manage to take the decision whether one way or the other is preferable before a head rolls in front of his feet. Empty eyes stare up at him as the head stops, eyes that are like his own.

Nodding, he steps to the side, strips and shifts into one of the lanky, golden-black desert wolves, then starts nosing along the scene, picking up where I left off. I’ve got a team going over the footage from the reservoir compound. Preliminary findings show no movement and no new heat signatures. Fuck. That’s what I was afraid of. Let’s keep that between us for the moment. Are we getting new feeds from Sean yet? Our triumvir and his mate are fast, but they’re not that fast, Second. So far only four sensors have started sending data, none of it infrared. If there’s something on those islands, we’ll have no baseline to compare to. There’s no way to know if a heat signature is our Luna’s.