Siren Head Teeth Novels & Stories

Gnashing her teeth, she decided to stand her ground, come what may. What she was sensing were metal skulls with razor-sharp teeth. They were closing in on her while releasing an intimidating aura. The skulls were already a few feet away from her when she created a sound barrier around her and her chair. The skulls failed to break through the barrier until Lisa strengthened the teeth inside the skull's mouths.

No one could stop me. “P-please…” Halvar wheezed, a pathetic, choked sound. His eyes bulged, bloodshot and swimming with tears, his tongue protruding slightly from his purpling lips. I looked at him, and I didn't see a lord. I saw prey. My vision bled into pitch black, the sclera of my eyes completely overtaken by Siren’s dark gaze. A terrifying, feral smile stretched across my face. I extended my claws, letting the elongated, razor-sharp bones dig deep into the sides of Halvar’s neck.

"That’s definitely not a Golden Retriever." "It has thermal vision," Jack gritted his teeth, forcing himself up. His left arm hung uselessly at his side, wrapped in bloody bandages. "Smoke won't hide us. Cold won't hide us." The beast turned. The two organic heads were sniffing the air, their cybernetic eyes whirring as they zoomed in. The mechanical middle head was cooling down, vents opening along its neck to release jets of steam, but the recharge whine was already starting again.

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.

At least for now Felen could summon them as she wished. Right after Felen finished calling out telepathically, suddenly the Siren charged towards him with a sharp and black cuckoo. Felen didn't manage to dodge the surprise attack. The skin of his hands, feet and cheeks was hit by the creature's nails until it came out of the fresh that blended with the water. The tip of Siren's tail also managed to injure Felen's back, tearing her beautiful dress out of shape.

drones. ​The drones began to emit a "Cloud of Confusion." To the Siren’s sensors, the Respiration didn't look like a ship; it looked like a harmless cluster of ice crystals, drifting aimlessly with the tide. ​They slipped past the first layer of Ice-Lances. The Dyson-Siren loomed ahead—a gargantuan, geometric spider of white-steel and pulsing gold light, anchored to a moon-sized fragment of the ring. ​The Core of the Siren

Chapter 17 The Siren hums once more, the sound resonating throughout the room. Her eyes are locked on to Liam, whose face contorts with pain. “Stop this!” I yelled. “Strangle him.” Liam moves towards Marcus, wrapping his hands around his throat. “I said stop!” I charge at the Siren, yet she backhands me, sending me flying across the room. Subsequently, she appears to direct the Siren´s call at me. Her eyes widen in surprise, as it doesn´t appear to have any effect on me.

“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