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.

' she asked, and I nodded. 'I don't understand. I have never met a Siren in real life or heard a death song before because the people who hear it don't survive, but as soon as the siren started humming it, I immediately knew it was a death song, and I even unintentionally closed my ears. How did I know it was the death song? It was like a distant memory and my subconscious telling me to not hear it any further,' I said to her, and she hummed in reply, not saying anything else.

“You are forgetting the Ariums and the Zircons.” “Yes, except them,” Raymond agreed. “But, there numbers were no longer known to be large. They are almost extinct.” “You are right,” Albert agreed this time. “As all the Constants as well.” “You can make Constants,” Siren negated. “Your cousins could not.” “Is death that bad to a Siren?” Albert cued another glass. “If one had lived too long, I guess, death is not that of a bad thing. How I wish I could now perform the Ritual myself and then pass over.”

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

“But real sirens can be male or female… and anything in between. They don’t have to sing to get people attached to them. But they can make anyone think they are fated mates. They can make you so drawn to them that you can’t breathe without them. They take everything and anything they want from you, and when they break your heart, it’s like your entire world ended, and you can’t see anything else except that heartbreak…” My heart shattered at his words. “Are you telling me that Irene was played by a siren?” I asked, my voice coming barely above a whisper. He nodded, pressing his lips firmly together as he took off his seatbelt. I knew the story was coming to an end, and he needed to blow off

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.

A basement. I find the door. I take the stairs three at a time and then I see her. Cara is on the cement floor, collapsed on her side. Her hair is spread across a puddle of blood, far too much blood, but the moment I drop to my knees beside her, I see it: A scalp wound. Deep, but not life-ending. Scalp wounds bleed like hell even when they’re not fatal. Her chest rises. Shallow, but steady. She’s alive. A shudder tears through me, violent, uncontrollable. Then I look up. Marlin stands a few feet away, metal baseball bat in his hands, chest heaving. There’s madness in his eyes there’s delusion mixed with rage.

I asked bewildered. “Maybe, it’s some kind of a twin connection, because when one of us is in danger, the signal comes to our brains, or maybe it’s my fantasy. I don’t know. It’s a wonder. But what really makes me disappointed is that you wanted to end your life!” he screamed. “I thought that you were dying! Don’t you think, that it would be a little bit selfish to leave me alone in this world when I’m already without mom?” “But I wouldn’t have died!”

' 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?"