Siren Head Teeth Novels & Stories

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.

As she did so, the siren's face appeared snarling and baring sharp black teeth within blue lips and a bluish white face with glass eyes. A scream escaped Amelia, causing her to suck in a mouthful of water that invaded her lungs, which were begging for air. She needed to get free, and she needed to do it soon before she blacked out. Despite her struggles, she remained caught by the siren, who was now beginning to bite her arm, drawing blood that bubbled towards the surface.

One of those sirens speaks words I've never heard before and puts its hand over my ears and the migraine goes away. There's a deep sea valley with a thousand rocks everywhere. Within the valley is something that appears to be a city within a giant bubble. Has it been down here this whole time? The city appears to have been here for thousands of generations. There are columns and towers that mermaids can swim freely in and out of. The soldier mermaids have tritons and wear funny looking helmets with kelp coming out the top.

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

I say, taking off the net was quite easy, it melts quickly with my scales. And the effortless way to die is not what I aim for, I want to show them why sirens are feared, why they should not mess with me especially, the one and only princess of sirens. With one smile I continue to sharpen my teeth before biting one of the men’s neck off, yes, we are brutal creatures. The other men seem to have snap out of the illusion my voice enchanted them in. but it will never stop me, stop me from biting their necks off and watching them scream and shiver in agony.

It spoke of what a shiny sharp objects that sliced through the neck of the siren's son would do to the future of the community. The mother siren's wail was immediate, filling the hall with a shout of despair. Claws escaped her webbed digits, gills covered her arms, fins spread out like wings just not as wide. She screeched forcing everyone to covered their ears as she pushed against the guards to get to her son. She didn't need to, she was allowed. The hall was still again. All heads stuck to the sight before them, unsure whether it were a royal show or it had actually happened.

It is covered with blue and silver scales, and pectoral fins to help it swim. It roars at us, showing us its rows of sharp teeth. I immediately transform my sword into a teal bow and water arrows. I'm still aiming for the Charybdis when I heard the sirens' voices once again. It sounds like a lullaby, but hell, it makes my head twitch in pain!

This must be her siren part coming to play. Sirens are very sexual creatures and they have the ability to satisfy their partner to their extreme ability. She removes my dick from her mouth and takes a deep breath before she takes me in again and this time she took nine inches into her mouth. She starts licking me with her tongue while I am in her mouth.

I shudder out nervously. He doesn’t respond at first. After a moment, he lays his head back on the headrest and closes his eyes with a sigh. My body tenses when he turns his head towards me and opens his eyes to reveal their glowing embers. My breath hitches at the sight of his sharp teeth. His face looks narrower, almost otherworldly. His cheekbones are harsh and rigid. “I told you that we needed to talk.” He mutters through an even gravelly voice. My heart races as warning alarms resound in my head. I shake my head as panic sets in. What have I gotten myself into?

I shook my head before returning to my resting position, thankful that she couldn't see my smiling face from her little show of magic. "Oh come on. That was awesome," She reasoned, laying across my back in an attempt to get my attention but I only growled in response. She giggled, "I'm sorry." I didn't reply, already knowing I was never mad at her in the first place. A few moments passed before she spoke again. "I'm actually a Syren. A full-out, mind-controlling, water-bending Syren. Wow..." I felt her body relax as her breathing began to level. Soon enough she was out like a log, snoring and all.