Is Siren Head Alive Novels & Stories

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

The siren powers were truly amazing. "I will cover us both with the water soon. I want you to try to breath in it. Get to familiarize yourself with it. The water is not used to you, as you had been away from it for a very long time. You might struggle with the breathing, but one thing is certain, it will not kill you. Sirens cannot die from drowning."

Tony tore away cloth from corpse and a wet still decaying face came into our view It didn’t took me long to realized that it was Misha corpse since its mouth was stitched with a Lubosil silk thread while a big pile of worms had nested in her neck and were busy feasting on festering flesh… Tony was agitated; he quickly lifted up Misha rotting corpse when all of sudden cloth bottom half part of corpse tears apart and something long fell out with a lousy thud… Upon looking at it closely I realized that it was a long twisted and broken bone in place of legs which was covered with again some of rotting flesh and scales around it… ‘It was a tail… a fish tail to be more precise’ My eyes immediately

Mira panted as she pointed at an almost frozen Siren. Clove turned around and faced her, "I will make this fast, but mark my words, in your next life, I will find you and make you suffer greatly," She said in a promising tone that left no room for hesitation. As she crossed her arms above her head and dropped them, Sirens' head exploded. Blood, brains and her skull spewed across the meadow, infecting it with her dire scent. "That was quite satisfying," Clove said after she exhaled deeply.

' The voice wasn't Sirius. It tore through Saeris's mind with such force that she gasped, stumbling against Vaelen even as he held her, the ring burning cold against her finger. 'Where is he? I need—I need to know he's alive. Please. Please tell me he's alive. I can’t sense him from this distance.’ The raw, clawing need cracked something open in Saeris's chest. "Are you sure?" Her own voice came out thin. Shaking. "Vaelen, are you sure?"

Moby. Disappearing briefly, the nurse returns with a doctor whose name I can't pronounce, telling us they need to start doing scans to see if they can find the problem causing the elevated blood pressure. He explains the procedure, which essentially consists of Moby lying on his back while they take multiple x-rays of his head giving them a more in-depth look at the brain. It's cold and impersonal, but I guess you have to stay aloof to work in an ER. People breeze in, and out like the waves on the beach. As soon as they come in, they're already making their way out.

he instructs, his tone a blend of urgency and restraint. The thought of engaging in physical combat sends a ripple of fear through me, an icy thread weaving through my veins. Yet, as the first of the controlled men lurches towards me, something shifts. A deep, instinctual part of me, perhaps a slumbering aspect of my sirene heritage, awakens with a fierce, protective fervor.

Seris said as he nodded. Both slept in the warm embrace of each other. Meanwhile, Hades (Ivar)in the underworld. “The number of Sirens dead are overwhelming, Your Lordship. They are not on the death list.” One of his subordinates said confused. “Any details?” Hades asked with furrowed eyebrows. “They are all missing their eyes?” The subordinate said confused. Hades began to think, numerous werewolves all came with missing lungs, Witches their hearts, magicians their heads and now Sirens their eyes.

"What happened to the siren?" "Dead." Victoria grinned. Nodding, Amelia allowed herself to process what she was being told. It was good that the siren wasn’t allowed to live, given the fact that Clarence’s pack members used that hot spring often. If the siren was still there, it would become a threat. Letting out a sigh of relief, Amelia relaxed against the bed before lifting her hand to take in the golden band that rested on her finger. "I have a question." She began, remembering the conversation she had with Clarence before being attacked. "About this ring."

Look, where I stood; in the mouth of death. I tried to struggle in her hold but she roared at me, keeping me in the hold. I tried to shout but it wasn’t loud enough to call for help. I thought she would push me any second but the hope of survival arose when the sirens started to buzz, deafening us to death. Within seconds, there was an army steadied to kill this culprit. Their weapons were locked on their target and the voice that soothed me came across my ears.