Siren Head Sightings Novels & Stories

I could feel his onyx eyes settle on me as he continued. "Whatever you do, do not fall victim to their calls. We will have to cross the Sirens who live in the lakes, and they are cunning little creatures. One-touch from them, and you're dead." He didn't say anything else before urging his horse to move forward, and we all followed, moving further out of the dead forest, and closer to the deadly waters of the Sol.

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.

She also heard that they could be found in some lakes, but not streams. "Not that I have heard of or seen. Why do you ask?" Raziel answered. "I think I spotted one." "Really? And you are sure it's a siren?" Luciana nodded. "She has blue hair, and I saw her tail." Raziel look thoughtful. "You know it is very difficult to see a siren. They hardly come out on land as they are mostly captured." Raziel stated. The sirens are mostly sought out by vampires, as their blood were known to be the sweetest of all the creatures. So because of that, they would always remain in the water.

Chapter 83 – Surface The sirens weren’t subtle. They didn’t wail in panic. They didn’t race past. They surrounded. Layered. Approaching from multiple directions. Not responding to an incident—closing a perimeter. Reeves stood still in the hollowed chamber, listening like he could triangulate jurisdiction by sound alone. “That’s not local,” he said. “No,” the tailored man replied quietly. “It isn’t.” My phone buzzed again. Unknown sender.

“I monitored your movements for months. Every day I watched you glide through the water like some kind of water sprite. Like you were born to it, and I couldn’t look away. Were you a siren luring me to my destruction or my lighthouse in the storm?” Abby didn’t like that insinuation. He meant siren in that Sharon Nasari kind of way. “When I saw this statue in your bedroom, I felt uneasy, drawn to its alluring beauty. A calm deity in the face of the storm, standing steadfast in destructive winds.” His thumb ran over a wing. “Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.”

"A bowl." "On his head." "Obviously on his head. Where else would the bowl go?" "Tori's notes say the sightings cluster on the south beach, near the reeds." "Your sister took witness statements?" "My sister is an eavesdropping menace with excellent handwriting and over-developed flirting skills. Better hope she doesn’t turn them on your Beta, because he’s not going to spill all your carefully protected pack secrets." Hm. Better warn Finn to never be alone with Tori.

I can hardly believe it myself for I've never actually seen him in this way. The ferry boat makes me a little seasick. It's funny that a girl who's an alleged siren and the daughter of a sea fisherman can get seasick still. But here I am stuffing the dramamine pills down my throat in light of the situation. It helps a little. I can still taste the bitter throw-up coming up my throat with its acid. I was never one to ride on roller coasters either. After an hour the ferry ride is done and we get off. The mist is heavy today almost as heavy as the night the sirens came and sang to me. Since this is called Siren's Point I'm sure fishermen have actually seen the likes of them around these parts.

IN THE middle of the sea where no one would assume that there is one island lying in the middle of the ocean. “You all have to cover your ears.” Queen Cora said as they approached the shore. The three friends were confused at what the mermaid said, “W-Why?” Chen asked. The siren did not answer but they immediately did what she said when suddenly they heard loud and sharp screams from around them. They covered their ears, but the noise still penetrates their ears which caused their headaches and they rolled on the small rock on the shore.

Not just bounties on Siren nodes anymore, but on whispers: a woman with a collar scar in a border town, a glitch in some unregistered facility’s logs, rumors of a Siren‑made weapon that had gone off script. Lys. Her name wasn’t on any of the feeds. It didn’t have to be. Dima leaned against the far wall, arms crossed, watching Kael more than the data. “You stopped sleeping again,” Dima said. Kael ignored that. “Status on the northern clinics?” he asked the analyst. “Two confirmed Siren fronts neutralized,” the man replied. “No sign of… her. We picked up rumors of a woman matching part of her profile near Oksana’s line two weeks ago, but nothing solid.”

" Catrina asked them. A siren is like a mermaid but a siren is evil, it is a man eating monster. It has a horn on it's head, with fang like teeth, sharp claws and a sharp fin. Sirens have an angelic voice which can hypnotize any human. Catrina nod her head "where did it come from?" She asked them as she has never heard of such a creature before. "Hell." Terrick said with a grave voice. "How did it get out? They have been locked for ages." Terrick couldn't explain it. "Maybe this was what Ophelia was talking about." Ophelia is a banshee who can predict death and use her voice escape danger.