Siren Head Teeth Novels & Stories

The screech of the iron sirens tore through the silence of Havenfall, a high-pitched wail that felt like a serrated blade dragging across Zack’s nerves. He groaned, eyes snapping open, and slammed a heavy pillow over his face to drown out the noise. It was too early for this shit.

Sirens. They surfaced slowly, their heads breaking the water. They looked human at first—beautiful women with long hair and perfect features. But as they opened their mouths to sing, I saw the rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Cover your ears!" I shouted. We all clamped our hands over our ears as the sirens began their song. Even muffled, I could feel it—the pull, the desire to walk into the water and join them. It was like someone had reached inside my chest and was tugging on something vital.

Her eye lids fluttered slowly, letting her eyes open. “That’s it, look,” I forced her chin toward the mirror, fingers still fucking her deep. “Those voices in your head? Those faces that spit on you? They mean nothing. You hear me? Nothing. This...” my fingers drove harder, her body clamping on me, “...this is real. This is who you are. A fucking Siren.” Her hips rolled down on my hand. Her eyes flew open, stuck on her reflection. Her face red, mouth parted, tears falling as she watched herself come apart.

Even as he spoke to Hel and felt Fenrir here, he knew that another was waiting for him to emerge. Not one fucking time could he come to the surface and not be attacked, fine so be it. He’d eat the son of a bitch. Rip him from limb to limb if he had to with his teeth alone. As he rose to where light was able to reach you could make out the iridescent scales that looked a sliver green yet had a blue sheen that went over them as the body moved. The head was massive, a great deal of horns that pointed backward, along with moving tendrils. The teeth were large and pointed. The eyes were a sharp crimson red, large but narrowed the closer he got to the surface, the face more pointed than not.

It was a beast as large as a house, with three heads that snapped and hissed at the air. It was a Cerberus beast. Its skin looked like cracked black armor, and its tails lashed back and forth, covered in wicked spikes. ​I watched, frozen, as the three heads turned. ​The first head had sickly yellow eyes that leaked green poison gas. ​The second head had no eyes at all, just a mouth filled with hundreds of jagged, shark like teeth and ​the third head was wrapped in living flames, and when it opened its mouth, it sounded like a human screaming in a fire.

Standing in the rusted skeleton of a dry dock was a familiar silhouette. Siren. She wasn't wearing her silver-fox silks. She was clad in greasy overalls, her cybernetic eye covered by a thick leather patch. Beside her sat a "Skimmer"—a low-profile, flat-bottomed boat powered by a manual diesel engine, an ancient beast of iron that emitted no digital signature. "You're late, Thorne," Siren rasped, her voice barely audible over the lapping water. "I had to bypass three automated patrol buoys to get this bucket here. The Circle is tightening. They’re starting to pulse the water with sonar every twenty minutes."

Rage washes through me, and my teeth chatter. “Get away from me!” I spit out through clenched teeth. “What?” He laughs mockingly and leans forward, pressing his head closer to my face. I raise my gaze and my eyes fall on his ear. I don't need to think anymore. I will destroy whatever I get my hands on. I part my lips and grab his ear between my teeth. I feel him stiffen as my teeth pierce the soft flesh of his ear before a horror-filled scream escapes his lips. I close my eyes, harden my heart, and tear his ear from his head.

I can feel a headache already starting to form after all of this knowledge. I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries.

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.

I grind on my teeth and utters a few strangled words underneath my breath. "God, yes, Raven." She gently bites down on the tip of my throbbing head. Her skillful tongue dance around the tip of my pulsating head. With each flick, she sends sensations that have my toes curling and my ass squirming against the wall. She nips and nibbles; I am growing harder with every glorious movement she makes. Then her lips form a tight grip around her head, and she slowly starts to suck. I groan and whimper.