Siren Head Teeth Novels & Stories

Calyx felt that's she's strong as well. Calyx glanced at his friend, Sirene. Sirene was now tall. Although not as tall as him, she's still taller than an average woman. Calyx knew that a lot had changed during those four years. She's still noisy like before. She's stronger, and the way she fights using something he doesn't know what to call. Sirene used a weapon that was not familiar to him. Every time Sirene clicked something, an explosion sound will come out. Sirene's hair was black as well as her eyes, but Calyx knew the true color of her hair and eyes. He looked at her wrist and saw the familiar bracelet that Sirene used to change her hair and eyes.

she smirked. “And who’s fault was that?” snapped Madame Skia. “Remember where you are, sister,” said the queen, smiling. “You obey my rules here.” Her lips were so thin they turned under, revealing grey gums from which protruded sharp white teeth. Like the other sirens, she had very good teeth. Ilyria had to suppress a laugh as she pictured the sirens helping each other clean their teeth after a meal. Then she shuddered as she realized what they probably ate.

Penny widened her eyes and nodded her head down towards Thea’s crotch. “Yep,” Thea answered dryly. She held up three fingers and mouthed “three times” at Penny. Penny frowned, “Bellamy, do you know what we are?” she asked brazenly. Thea slapped her leg, “Hey, if he knows, we can just kill him, he should already be dead anyway!” Penny shouted. Thea dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Yea, you’re sirens,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly. “I knew as soon as Thea bumped in to me yesterday and I knew about you when you tried coming on to me in the kitchen.”

My throat was on fire from all the screams I’d released while my body contorted in on itself. Within what felt like an eternity, but in reality was an agonizing minute, where my legs once were was a long, thick and scaly, green fish tail. I looked myself over again when all that was left were residual aches, and found small fin-like appendages on my elbows and sides of my upper arms.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

"This is a good tool. It can pull out each of your teeth one by one." Grace gritted her teeth. "I dare you!" Darien nonchalantly asked, "Why not give it a try?"

Her voice rose weakly, filling with desperation as she strained against the ties. I smirked, ignoring her words, and reached for her hair, tangling my fingers in the blonde strands to pull her head toward my crotch. She resisted, turning her face away, but I yanked harder, forcing her closer. My other hand fumbled with my fly, the zipper’s teeth parting slowly. Suddenly, I could hear the sounds of sirens as it wailed in the distance. At first, I thought it was nothing, just city noise bleeding in from outside. But they grew louder, insistent, with multiple vehicles closing in.

The daggers' handles were of pure Jade, strong and efficient as always. "Argh!" Lesley launched forward, one dagger up as the other arm remained back for stability. The siren caught her wrist, looking her dead in the eye. "You do not...talk about our gills." Lesley couldn't help but laugh at him! "I sure don't. But they're not good looking. At all." Saying, Lesley suddenly strikes into the siren's neck! Siren blood splattered all over her body suit as she grimaced at the feeling.