How Tall Is Siren Head Novels & Stories

The small name patch stitched on the front of her leather read Siren. She was absolutely stunning to look at, but it was a lethal, dangerous kind of beauty that made my skin go cold. She was very tall, with fiery red hair tied back in a long, messy braid that hung down her shoulder, sharp green eyes that looked like broken glass, and deep curves that seemed poured directly into her tight leather riding clothes. Intricate, dark tattoos of crawling snakes and bright flames traveled all the way up her neck and covered both of her bare arms. She moved across the dirt with a slow, heavy grace, looking like a person who owned the very ground she walked on.

All of a sudden, the world seemed to be still, and even the sound of the sea breeze could not be heard.The sun is already hanging high in the blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight hits the eyes and makes them tingle.The female siren remained motionless, but the corners of her mouth slowly extended to both sides until a smirk was formed.Suddenly, her upper and lower lips opened violently, like the mouth of a shark preparing to devour its prey. It was too late for me to stop it. The sharp cry of the siren had pierced into the depths of the eardrum like tens of millions of sharp thorns at the same time, and then reached the nerves of the brain.

Turning to her, I say, "I'm sorry. You must think I'm so rude. I'm Piper, Moby's wife." Something about this girl instantly calms me; she exudes peace. Her creamy white skin is like porcelain, with dark, almost black hair, bright green eyes, she's thin and relatively tall, strikingly beautiful, but there's not one ounce of jealousy in me looking at her so close to Moby. With one hand still resting on Moby's chest, I reach over to her to pull her into a hug, whispering my gratitude in her ear. "Thank you for bringing his smile back."

But before they can put their ears on the door it swung open. With her hands on her hips, Serafina glared at her two sons. At 5"3' she is the smallest person in the house. But what lack in height, made up for the personality. Before the two can stand straight, she grabbed each ear and pulled it down.

With us. Samson I stopped short of my brothers; they weren’t paying close enough attention to see the threat rising. What are they even doing? They are just staring. I peek around Cyrus to see the most beautiful threat I’ve seen in my life. She stands at about 5’5" with a perfectly toned body peeking out from under her clothes.

He said to see Catrina give him her full attention. "Alpha I heard a voice which can only belong to one creature," "Which creature?" He had a faint idea of what the creature is but he wants confirmation. "A siren." He said it and Catrina who didn't know gave them a questionable look. 'What is a siren?" Catrina asked them. A siren is like a mermaid but a siren is evil, it is a man eating monster. It has a horn on it's head, with fang like teeth, sharp claws and a sharp fin.

Part of me yearns for a reality where Selene had kept the truth hidden, shielding me from this current disdain I harbor towards the celestial being standing before me. She’s breathtaking, capturing my attention. Her vibrant, long curly golden-red tresses cascade down past her butt, their silky texture a delight to behold. Standing at an impressive height of around ten feet, her well-defined yet lean muscles speak of strength and grace. Her eyes, they shine with a crisp silver glow, captivating and illuminating the surrounding space.

Light brown siren eyes met mine and our eyes instantly locked, my belly fluttered with anticipation. He is beyond handsome, he looked majestic. He is tall probably about 6,8. My eyes trailed to his big muscles and veiny forearms. His huge frame towered over me and swallowed me whole. My eyes went over his features, I drank everything in with no shame. I was certain that he had to be a God, because no human can be this good looking. His natural tanned skin looks so masculine and soft.

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

Her horror-stricken expression was clear as she mentally painted a vivid picture of the atrocity. That was indeed nauseating. "Isn't that a mere rumor?" Serenity countered, reluctant to accept such gruesome tales as truth. "Well, rumors are usually born from a grain of truth. My third aunt's daughter lives within that pack, and I heard it directly from her. Serenity, look at you. You're so tiny. You won't even be able to fight back." Amusement danced in Serenity's eyes— a glimmer of mirth cutting through the tension. "Standing at a height of 5'7, I am taller than the average human female. I assure you, I am far from being 'tiny'," Serenity retorted, playfully reminding her concerned friend.