Is Siren Head Alive Novels & Stories

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

His voice is clearer now, stronger. I sob as a wave of relief sweeps over me. "You fool! Never again should you frighten me like that." He pulls me into his arms while he laughs. "I’ll try, but you make it impossible." I press my face on his chest and breathe in his aroma. He is still alive. He's all right. For now. As I am aware this is not the end. The siren continues to sound. And she won't give up until she achieves her goals.

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.

"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."

“The Fenrir requires a Sovereign sacrifice to fully wake! If I drop him now, the impact will trigger the global reset! Every wolf on the surface will be reduced to primal dust!” The thirty-headed flesh monster let out a synchronized howl, its limbs interlocking to form a biological parachute for Alaric and Leo. They were slowing down, while Elara and I were still plummeting toward the glowing amber eyes of the beast. “He’s bluffing,” Elara whispered, clutching my fur. “He won’t kill the Master Key. He needs Leo to control the beast once it wakes.” “I’m not betting our son’s life on Alaric’s greed,” I hissed.

"I don't want to hear a word from your filthy mouth! Just stick to what you know how to do best. As for your son, forget about him." Then I made eye contact with Alpha Damon and I could feel noise in my mind. It wasn't an outward effect but I felt like someone or something was making noise in my head. Soon it became clear and my contact with Alpha Damon intensified. "She's a siren." I heard in my head and my eyes widened. The noise in the room arose and I could see her eyes burning. Sirens hated noise. All of a sudden, she started to sing so loudly. "Everyone, cover your ears!" I managed to scream. Most people didn't understand me and they started falling into a trance one after the other.