Siren Head Teeth Novels & Stories

He sensed his comrades tense, bodies on high alert. The silver figurehead emerged from behind a rock formation ahead, first a glint, then a full form: an eagle’s head, wings spread wide, talons sharp, merging into a lion's sinewy body and flowing tail. The rest of the vessel followed, the hull made of sturdy silver-colored wood only sylphs had access to. It was three to four times the size of their boat.

Her teeth struck each other, the bottom set striking the upper set fervently and creating small chattering sounds. “That’s right. Gnash your teeth in fear.” Ivor still had his back facing them, but his awareness of his surroundings was astute. Even though Mira’s situation wasn’t loud, the sound of the expression of her fear, which was a teeth striking each other, didn’t escape his ears. He didn’t even bother to turn to face them. He kept his eyes glued to the happenings below him, focused on seeing it all.

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.

Something brushed her calf again but not his hand. She glanced down through the swirling water, and her stomach flipped. A thick, sinuous tail, scales shimmering like wet obsidian, wound around her leg and squeezed. The tip flicked against her ankle, then slid higher, brushing the sensitive skin at the back of her knee before coiling around both calves, locking them open. “You’re—” Her voice broke as his thumb pressed hard against her clit, the tail tightening at the same time. “A siren,” he finished, his mouth curling into a slow grin. “And you’re mine until I decide I’m done.”

Doing as he tells me, I intertwine my fingers with the rung in the headboard, lacing them tightly, knowing each time I move them from above my head will prolong getting what I really want. Starting at my chin, he kisses what seems to be every possible inch of exposed skin, stopping to pay close attention to my nipples, sucking, nibbling, causing my back to arch as he plies my breasts with his hands. My eyes intently watch his every move, turning myself on. I'm engrossed in every flex of his muscles, the slip of his tongue, the way he peers up at me as he sucks vigorously on my peak just before he sinks his teeth in again.

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.

My tongue flicks over my teeth as I steady my breath, turning toward the timer. 3.5 seconds. A whisper slithers through my mind, sharp as a blade. Not good enough. Again! My father's voice, venomous and unforgiving. Fury ignites in my chest. I launch. Claws slash. Canines tear. My jaws lock onto the mannequin's throat, wrenching, ripping. My vision narrows—red, black, white, red, black—snap! Bones shatter. Flesh yields once again. A sickening squelch echoes through the empty room as the severed head sails through the air, slamming into the farthest wall with a wet thud.

Her head snaps in my direction and her singing stops. “Don’t stop. That was beautiful.” I say gruffly. “Stay away.” She shouts, even her speaking voice is deep and raspy. I see her pointy little teeth and her coal-black eyes, her Siren is in control. Her iridescent blue tail slaps the water in a warning. Normally, Sirens would be all for leading a man to their watery death, but not before claiming their bodies to sate their carnal desire. This Siren is different though because she’s mated. I step closer, and a hiss releases from her lips, and I know I only have minutes before she starts chanting to make the water do her bidding. I make a mad dash to the lake, my tiger, Hugo, urging me to go

Siren calms down, but she still feels on edge. As we got to the pack house. That bloody red car pulled up behind us. Siren gets agitated again, “Mate.” Siren yells in my mind. I looked over to see who she was talking about. It could be anyone in the car. All the doors open. Lastly, the driver opens his door and steps out of the car. “Mate,” Siren yells again.

He said to see Catrina give him her full attention. "Alpha I heard a voice which can only belong to one creature," "Which creature?" He had a faint idea of what the creature is but he wants confirmation. "A siren." He said it and Catrina who didn't know gave them a questionable look. 'What is a siren?" Catrina asked them. A siren is like a mermaid but a siren is evil, it is a man eating monster. It has a horn on it's head, with fang like teeth, sharp claws and a sharp fin.