Siren Heads Family Novels & Stories

Such a proud, untouchable family had come to this remote place… What reason could possibly compel them to lower themselves like this? “The Turner family of Hattan Military Industries seeks an audience with Master Fox. I’m Bernard Turner, the Constellation of Earthly Warrior!” said another voice loudly. “The Turner family? Yet another colossal powerhouse!” The crowd had begun to grow numb from the sheer magnitude of what was happening. What was happening? “The Xerri family from Honora has come to seek an audience…” “The Zeller family from North Lunshire has come to seek an audience…” “The Gibson family from Tilford has come to seek an audience…”

There were two covens that were piggybacking off the destruction of the Pramble Coven in order to promote their own feeding room as a ‘safe alternative’ which was just a load of shit. One of them is rumored to be housing a siren, but there was no evidence of that just yet. That one would have their event in two weeks. They should announce next week what their main attraction would be. It definitely provided us with enough time to come up with a plan of action. Sirens had two forms since they were shifters in their own right. There was the human form or the shifted form that had the Siren’s tail. They were able to shift between their two forms at will just like we could.

My eyes flicked open again. I shifted slightly, frowning as I looked up at him. “The stronghold? Why?” “We need answers,” he said plainly, exchanging a quick glance with Kylan. “About our parents, our lineage—and exactly what connection our families have to this siren power.” Kylan nodded reluctantly, his arms crossed. “I’ll stay back with you and the kids. Just until they return.” A strange unease filled my chest. “Why can’t we all just go together?”

"Okay! Okay, I'll make the arrangements. I'll send her to the boarding school in Switzerland. Today!" "Don't get worked up, your hand..." Elara breathed heavily, her eyes wide and frantic. I finally understood. She saw me as competition. For Liam's attention, for our parents' love. In this house, only she could be the princess. I thought, my spirit numb. You got your wish. I'm gone. Are you happy? The doctor entered, his face grim. "Her immune system is weakening. The Siren's Affliction will progress faster. You must be more vigilant. Remove all hard surfaces from your home."

“Which would you think is the more likely option? A pack with a friend or family?” “Family,” she says immediately. I already knew what her answer would be. If Wendy was in trouble, the first people she’d go to would be her family, probably Alpha Warren. But not everyone has the family that she has. Siren, for example, would never go to her father if she was in trouble.

For goodness sake, Siren uses her father's surname and yet no one could ever guess that she belongs to the Mendez family? "I honestly don't understand why we have to talk about our children's matters here, Madam Mendez." Siren looked at the man beside Mr. Collins. She's guessing that he was Sam's father. "It could only be if you know the person who put them to jail." He says. "Honestly, yes. I, myself, don't have any intention to put them to jail. But the person next to me wants them to." Sylvia looked beside her. Siren, whose holding her temper tightly, was looking straight to the man.

Because standing on the side of the Head means power to manipulate the family. In the meantime, standing on the side of the head are Lorenzo and Xander. It means that the Head gave some power to the two to run the family in his name. The other Grandchildren seem to envy the favoured two. And the other daughters and sons of the Head feel it also.

She looked at the man who thought he could claim her family as 'assets. ​"You wanted to see the assets, Thorne?" Sierra asked, her voice dropping to a deadly, silky whisper as she rested her hands on the shoulders of her sons. "Come and take a closer look. But I should warn you... my children haven't been fed yet today, and they find the scent of old men particularly... offensive".

I say as I point to the screen as Andrew speaks. “We have known about the sirens for ten years. We captured one of them to study her with her permission. She escaped. She is more dangerous than the ones that are currently attacking. I advise all civilians in the fishing communities to move further in land until the siren threat is dealt with.” I growl loudly and throw my mug against the war. “He fucking did this to her.” I scream as I pull on my hair as I pace.

"Scarlett, mind your manners. That's the head of the Layton family's personal vehicle," Peyton Young sternly reprimanded his daughter, Scarlett Young. Scarlett's face stiffened when she heard the title "head of the family". She swallowed nervously and immediately fell silent, her eyes filled with fear. The title "head of the family" evoked various reactions—awe, apprehension, fear, and, for some, even covetousness. Soon after, they saw a woman stepping out of Spencer's car, prompting everyone to show expressions of astonishment.