Siren Head Woods Novels & Stories

There will be no mistaking this location. As you pass through the trees, you will hear eerie sounds, don't look back, you are on your own, don't be distracted. Just buckle up your guts and keep moving. As you reach the edge of the wood, you will find a skull, still fresh, freshly cut, blood oozing out, like maggots, but it will smile at you,

I snapped my head toward the window. My pupils shifted, and my vision bled into the monochrome of a wolf’s sight. “Siver-claws,” I muttered, the scent of smoke and strange wolves hitting my senses even from here. I looked back at Irene. I expected to see fear. Instead, I saw her jaw set, her eyes already glowing with a faint amber light. She did not ask for permission. She did not wait for a command. “North woods?” she asked. “North woods,” I confirmed.

"If you are the defect Lir claims, you’ll be dead by noon. If you are something else... bring me the token from the old skirmish site." "And if I don't come back?" A cold, predatory smirk touched his lips. "Then the crows will have a feast, and I’ll have one less war to worry about." He leaned down, his breath warm against my ear. "Don't disappoint the crowd, Zara. They’ve been waiting all morning for a show." He stepped back and signaled to the gate guards. "Open it." The iron gates groaned, revealing the mouth of the Boundary Woods—a wall of choking fog and ancient, rotting pines.

"And shadows cannot exist when the Sun arrives. I am the Sun-Eater. I will burn the silver out of his blood and turn his 'World Tree' into a pile of charcoal." He dropped the charred body and looked toward the Silver Basin. He could smell the magic from fifty miles away. It smelled like cool water and moonlight. It made his molten blood boil with hate. "March," Silas commanded. "We reach the gates by dawn." The Secret of the Wood

Sinclair consoled me. We were now driving through the woods. All main roads have been blocked, but Sinclair knew a different path in the woods that humans didn't know about. "Mommy, look!" Cindy pointed toward the trees. The trees were swaying with great force, even though there was no wind. And standing at the edge of the woods was a line of people; they were tall, and dressed in robes made of moss and bark, holding lanterns that burned with a cold, blue flame. Sinclair hit the break forcefully and we came to a halt a little distance away.

I had to try three times before my thumb found the right button, my other hand gripping the dashboard like it might keep me from spinning apart. “Sentinel—Sentinel dispatch,” I stammered, hating how small my voice sounded. “This is.. this is Angie. Tag seven-one-nine.” Static hissed back at me, endless and uncaring. For a terrible second, I thought I’d failed even this simple task. Then a crisp voice cut through, “Dispatch here. Confirm your location, Luna.” “Whispered Woods,” I managed, the name tasting like ash. “The old logging road, half a kilometer past the second bridge. Cabin—there’s a cabin—”

The headlights from the black car outside flickered again, only now there were more of them. “Too late,” Nathan muttered. “They’re here.” Through the window, I saw silhouettes moving between the trees, dark figures with flashlights. The beams cut through the mist, getting closer. Soren cursed under his breath. “We’ll have to go through the woods.” Nathan nodded. “I’ll cover the rear.” He opened the door, and we ran. The cold hit instantly, biting into my skin. The forest loomed ahead, black and endless. Branches clawed at my clothes as we pushed through, our footsteps lost beneath the roar of rain.

Clearly, the idea of me being faster than Brodie was something they hadn’t considered. When the door slammed open, I wasn’t surprised. I didn’t even bother to turn my head towards the noise. Turner scurried in and took his seat. “To be safe, I would like some more crystals putting out in the woods on the north side of camp. As far as you can manage to the clearing. That way, if things to go wrong I have a better chance. Has anyone got any ideas as to how I could let everyone at camp know if that was the case?”

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

At first she was appalled that there were still kids like kira out in the woods, that she asked Kira to immediately take her and some other men down to where she used to live with the other kids. “Blood of Jesus” she had shouted when Kira had began the exciting task of leading them down the path that was supposed to take them to her home but the excitement quickly dampened when Kira soon realized that she didn’t know exactly which way led to home. From the interaction that had passed between Sister Geraldine and the mini army she had brought along, it seemed she was leading them to a bad forest that no one was supposed to ever enter. Sister Geraldine proceeded to pull Kira by the ear and yel