Siren Head Teeth Novels & Stories

Tony tore away cloth from corpse and a wet still decaying face came into our view It didn’t took me long to realized that it was Misha corpse since its mouth was stitched with a Lubosil silk thread while a big pile of worms had nested in her neck and were busy feasting on festering flesh… Tony was agitated; he quickly lifted up Misha rotting corpse when all of sudden cloth bottom half part of corpse tears apart and something long fell out with a lousy thud… Upon looking at it closely I realized that it was a long twisted and broken bone in place of legs which was covered with again some of rotting flesh and scales around it… ‘It was a tail… a fish tail to be more precise’ My eyes immediately

Siren POV “Look at me,” he snarls, yanking my head back by the roots so I’m forced to meet his eyes while his cock is still wedged in my throat. “I want to watch you break while you swallow me whole.” I whimper around him, the vibration ripping a hiss from his teeth. He thrusts faster, hips snapping, balls slapping my chin with every drive. My mascara runs in black rivers, mixing with tears and spit that drip onto my chest, onto his cut still draped over my shoulders like a claim.

I can't get a good look at the siren's face, but its body is extremely muscular, built for battle, and a hundred percent male. A thousand shivers travel up my back. Unlike Hayden, the siren has slimy webbed fingers, long claws, pale skin seeming not to have seen any sunlight, and its tail is that of a shark. The monstrous creature screeches again, and I hold my breath when teeth, way longer than my forearms, almost grace my skin. A larger-than-life tongue flicks out, licking my cheek as if to taste my skin, and finally, my flight or fight instinct kicks in.

"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.

All of a sudden, the world seemed to be still, and even the sound of the sea breeze could not be heard.The sun is already hanging high in the blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight hits the eyes and makes them tingle.The female siren remained motionless, but the corners of her mouth slowly extended to both sides until a smirk was formed.Suddenly, her upper and lower lips opened violently, like the mouth of a shark preparing to devour its prey. It was too late for me to stop it. The sharp cry of the siren had pierced into the depths of the eardrum like tens of millions of sharp thorns at the same time, and then reached the nerves of the brain.

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.

His longing for her was so great that he began to move restlessly in the water, waiting impatiently for her to return. Suddenly he was pulled under the water. His hands shot out, trying to grab on to something, anything. But there was nothing but water. He looked down and saw something glittering in the water. It was a tail. But it wasn't like the mer creatures tail he was used to. This one was different. It was silver in colour and it had sharp edges. It was a siren! Xavier realized this the moment the siren looked up at him. He tried to speak but water rushed down his throat, choking him.

“What about the incident from earlier?” “Sirens have certain abilities that help them find prey and keep them safe. One is the siren call and screech. The call lures in food sources, and the screech wards away danger. The second is what my mind did earlier. Cassie calls it head hopping. There are some pureblood abilities that I won’t get the pleasure of having. The coolest one is how they can imprint their memories into a body of water.” “Did she explain why this is all happening now?”

I want to brush my teeth. Susie steps soft toward her, then crouches at her side. He doesn’t know it, but there’s a scimitar behind his head. It’s curved in a half-circle, too black to catch the light. So sharp it shreds the air as it trembles. It hovers against his neck where his blood is closest to the surface. How dark will it be when it slips out his wounds? Staining slide.

The kind of black that makes you hear blood in your ears. SCRREEEEECHHHHH. Steel tore. Something with the patience of a god and the appetite of a pit opened the hull in new places. Water punched in, cold and murderous. Con turned to the sound, eyes blown wide. Above the float line, the Siren’s skin peeled back like a sardine tin. “Oh shit…” Water roared. A bulkhead moaned, then surrendered with a wet scream. The deck tilted a few degrees that mattered. In the dark, their own breathing sounded like rabbits.