روايات وقصص ضمن Beautiful Fantasy Siren

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

"Regardless, I'd love to see you take hold of your power and really do something impressive with it. I could start by freeing you from your captor, I just need your permission." What the hell was this man on about? Sure, Fynn was my captor, but he was also my protector. He seemed to genuinely care for me. I trusted Fynn far more than I trusted this stranger, and I hardly trusted Fynn at that. There was no way I would be making a deal with this intruder. I knew better than to attempt to strike up any kind of deal in a fae realm. "Go away," I ordered. "Oh, you can't mean that. I know how much you long to be free. You have to want out. You have to want to escape from this containment. Really, d

Ela still didn't realise that someone is sitting beside her with a awe look. Jade was mesmerized to see Ela .. This girl.. she.. she is so beautiful...

"Oh yes, I forgot. You're a seer." "I'm not a...oh well...never mind..." Cassandra tried not to roll her eyes. She had had enough of this world and was desperate to find somewhere familiar even if it was a place where she had to put up with her seed-eating aunt and uncle. A long walk later, the sorceress stopped them. "Wait," she said and turned to the wall where two large marble statues stood about ten feet tall. They were of a bird with the head and torso of a maiden called the Sirins. Cassandra knew them from her literature class in Eastern Slavic folklore.

"Hello, I am Alex, the one Merlin spoke of. I have been chosen." The woman smiled warmly. "Greetings, Alex. I am Lumiara, the keeper of nature's secrets. I sensed your arrival in The Enchanted Realm. It is an honor to meet the chosen hero." Alex felt a sense of reverence in Lumiara's presence. "What are nature's secrets?" they asked, intrigued. Lumiara gestured around them, and the flowers seemed to sway in response to her touch. "The Enchanted Realm is more than just magic and adventure. It is a realm of balance and harmony, where every living creature plays a vital role in the web of life."

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

Xander whirls around, his eyes wild with dread. Xander shouting: “Aria!” I look down, and my heart stops. The siren’s hand is reaching up from the sea, her grip like ice, drawing me under. “Xander! Assist!” With his sword poised, he charges at me, but the water rises and blocks his way. As I feel myself being pulled more and farther into the icy abyss, the siren's laughter reverberates all around me. "Aria, you can't get away from me," she whispered in my ear. “I will always have you.”

“You killed my mother. You buried our history and called us monsters. And now that you’ve failed to control me, you’re scrambling to leash me.” “You are dangerous,” Velryn snapped. I stepped forward again, voice low, seductive. “And that’s what scares you, isn’t it? That your kings want me. That your sons dream of me. That your council can’t control me.” Gasps whispered through the chamber. Cassian’s lips curled into a slow, dangerous smile. Xanden touched the center of my back—just once—like a spark igniting. “I’m not your pet,” I said. “I’m not your pawn. I am the last of the siren queens, and I won’t be silenced again.”

Her white hair clings to her seemingly frozen skin, and her frog-like hand is still on my shoulder. "And she is beautiful too!" The siren laughs. "I will eat this one! I'm dying to steal her youth! Her freckles will suit me fine! And that red hair will coat my shoulders!" Steal my youth? A sense of dread overwhelms me, and then I attempt to scream but find another siren muffling me. There are plenty of sirens surrounding me, laughing and making haunting sounds as they watch me fight. I try to hit them and kick with my legs, but while there must be at least fifteen of them, there is only one of me.

Goosebumps immediately rushed my skin and my nipples stiffened through the yellow fabric of my bra. “He let your fine ass come out alone to play? Brave man. That’s what’s up...” I bit my bottom lip so hard I could taste her flesh becoming metallic. “Hmm. He did.” “So, do you want to play, lady? Because I’d love to play with you.” I took some deep breaths. If I was going to do this, this man seemed like the right guy to do it with. He was beautiful, with a beautiful dick to match. I was sure that he could fuck me until I saw stars.