Siren Head Woods Novels & Stories

The moon had barely sunk beneath the horizon when Derek stood at the edge of the forest, the air damp with fog and tension. The witch's map burned softly in his hand, the ink glowing like veins of molten gold as it shifted and twitched, revealing the route through the Darkwood. This wasn’t any ordinary forest. The trees here didn’t whisper like normal woods—they growled, creaked with malice, and breathed like something alive.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.

Pine and Fire The gates of Pine Wood Pack loomed high, wrought iron framed with stone, the crest of a wolf entwined with pine boughs carved above the arch. Beyond it, Evandra glimpsed the sweep of the forest—towering redwoods and firs rising like sentinels against the sky. Their resinous scent drifted in on the mountain breeze, earthy and sharp, clinging to everything. The SUV rolled to a halt, its tires crunching over gravel. Evandra’s hands fidgeted in her lap as she peered out the tinted glass. This was it. Her second homecoming, the second step on the path the Moon Goddess had laid before her.

"Show me the last confirmed trace, Alpha Ryan." I led them back to the edge of the old woods, where Darren's scent had dissipated into nothing. Silas dropped to his knees, his eyes closing for a moment as he sifted the fallen leaves, his senses reaching out. Cayden and his pack joined my own, their wolves working in a wider sweep, their combined Alpha senses creating a formidable net of perception.

Ashel responded. “ Now I want you all to be at alert while we are in the woods. Keep your sniffing abilities active so we don’t end up riding past them. Keep your ability to listen and pick sounds. Is that understood?” “ Yes, your lordship.” Sebastian nodded and climbed on his other horse, Fiery wrath. He patted the horse by the shoulder. He slightly shifted his weight forward and pulled the reins, riding straight into the thick woods with his men hoping on their horses and following suit.

We reached the mansion, ground the vervain leaves, then Silas mixed it up with animal blood. “Now what?” I asked. “We lure Ronan to us,” Silas said. The sun was going down. We walked into the woods, deeper than usual, trying to avoid making sound. The cold wind blew; I felt a chill run down my spine. “Do you smell that?” Silas asked, tilting his head. “Looks like someone is having dinner…” my dad said, his wolf surfaced, ready for anything. The smell of the deer’s blood thickened, and faint, wet sounds echoed through the woods; chewing, tearing, the crunch of bone.

"Hezell now has an agreement with Jerome Nichols, which gives him access to most of the places in the human city," Hazel informed as they stepped foot into the woods at the other end of the city. Sarah bent beside Neon, who placed a hand on the ground with her eyes closed. "You hear that? If this woods isn't it, we're as good as dead because a certain witch will find and unalive us." "Maybe if you don't whisper that into my ears every three minutes, I'd be more focused," Neon opened her eyes and glared at Sarah.

There is nothing to see around him, as the flames licking up their hands illuminate the surroundings, and the black wall behind the light also does not reveal sounds from the dark ones. Saren hesitates, scouting towards the square from which he has come so far, and turns his attention back towards the darkness where the last scream had disappeared. He did not manage to take the decision whether one way or the other is preferable before a head rolls in front of his feet. Empty eyes stare up at him as the head stops, eyes that are like his own.

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

— Third Person POV — The sound of sirens howled around us, and every hair on Asher’s body rose in fear. A war is coming. That was exactly what it sounded like now, loud and clear. Asher had been through many rogue attacks, hearing sirens like that his whole life, and it still hit him like it was the first time he’d ever heard that deep, ominous wail. Sienna had grabbed a bow, tossing the additional ones over her shoulder, her hands trembling slightly.