Siren Head Teeth Novels & Stories

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

Siren said loud enough for Mira to hear her. Mira snapped out of her paralyzed stance, she turned in the direction of where Siren stood with a dagger pressed to Alpha Bastions' neck. As she took a closer look, she also noticed a silver button was embedded on the side of his temple, it was making him too weak to shift or set himself ablaze. With eyes boring into Sirens, one side of her mouth curled upwards into a sinister smirk. She directed her hands to opposite positions of her body, she drew from her source of energy and set the Midnight Pack Warriors ablaze.

The edges of the silicone mask cracked and peeled back from the jaw, uncovering a roughly welded metal skull. Mechanical gears turned in the eye sockets. The communication module picked up a remote signal, and a burst of static filled the air. Arthur's synthesized voice cut through the rain. “My dear sister. Like your substitute?” The voice - changer made it cold and mechanical. “Once you're in the trap, you're already dead.”

> **SIREN RECOVERY SUITE // STATUS: STABLE** > **DESIGNATION: S‑07** > **WARNINGS: MINOR NEURAL IRRITATION // RECENT REALIGNMENT** Her gaze snagged on the last two words. Recent realignment. The phrase stirred something that felt like the ghost of a headache. Realignment of what. She swallowed. Her throat rasped. Her mouth tasted like metal and cotton—like she’d bitten her tongue and then waited too long to drink. The door at the far end hissed. A woman in a plain gray siren uniform entered, footsteps soft on the polished floor. Dark hair in a tight knot. Tablet in hand. Eyes professionally neutral.

With the utmost care, Finrir allows the sharp pointed fangs at the front of his bottom jaw to just graze Tritan's skin, conveying his intentions before proceeding further. Tritan relaxes in the comforting hold of Finrir's embrace, a contented and relieved smile gracing his face. Finrir, his resolve unwavering, closes his mouth around Tritan's wrist. His large, straight, pointed spiral fangs, reminiscent of miniature needle-sharp narwhal tusks, pierce Tritan's skin. With precision, Finrir takes only what he needs to complete the bond, his thumbs instinctively covering the small wounds to ensure that Tritan doesn't bleed.

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

Her laugh was like a song as expected of a siren. She climbed to the smooth floor and sat with a little difficulty. Her tail is heavy out of water. Currently, her siren form is as follows: A face bare of make up, enchanting silver eyes, tempting, full red lips, black fin-like ears, bluish grey long hair that starts to flutter without any wind once out of water, a sea shell bra, a transparent skirt studded with silver pearls at the waist and an obsidian black tail with gold spirals. Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored.

The doctor spoke to us before turning back to the monitor. I watched Nova in amazement. Her little mouth opened and closed a few times. "Are those teeth?!" I asked, shocked by the sharp row of teeth I saw. "Siren's are born with their teeth and fins. When she touches air she'll turn to her human side. Her teeth will recede back until she needs them." Dex explained, rubbing my cheek with his knuckles. "She's going to be a wonder." I leaned into his touch. Our Nova is going to be a rarity like me and my mother before me. I'm just happy she isn't human. She's going to be just fine.

"I don't want to hear a word from your filthy mouth! Just stick to what you know how to do best. As for your son, forget about him." Then I made eye contact with Alpha Damon and I could feel noise in my mind. It wasn't an outward effect but I felt like someone or something was making noise in my head. Soon it became clear and my contact with Alpha Damon intensified. "She's a siren." I heard in my head and my eyes widened. The noise in the room arose and I could see her eyes burning. Sirens hated noise. All of a sudden, she started to sing so loudly. "Everyone, cover your ears!" I managed to scream. Most people didn't understand me and they started falling into a trance one after the other.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.