Images Of Siren Head นิยาย & เรื่องราว

It could be anything! He wasn't wrong. On its own, that wasn't enough, but that was never what I was waiting for. Sirens rang out again. Soon, backup arrived. Three forensic investigators came over with their kits, heading straight for the G900. After hearing there was possible blood residue, they quickly started taking samples for testing. The whole process took less than three minutes. As Marvin watched them, he gulped nonstop, but he kept his mouth shut. After collecting the sample, a female officer stood up and walked over to him. "Sir, I need to collect a DNA sample from you. Please cooperate."

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

I say, taking off the net was quite easy, it melts quickly with my scales. And the effortless way to die is not what I aim for, I want to show them why sirens are feared, why they should not mess with me especially, the one and only princess of sirens. With one smile I continue to sharpen my teeth before biting one of the men’s neck off, yes, we are brutal creatures. The other men seem to have snap out of the illusion my voice enchanted them in. but it will never stop me, stop me from biting their necks off and watching them scream and shiver in agony.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

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.

We waited for a few minutes before we saw multiple bubbles popping out from the water and flowing out from the hole. A beautiful sea maiden came out of the hole. She has a head and upper body of a female human and the tail of a fish. She has a colorful scale that turns gold when the light hits on it. We were instructed not to stare at her eyes or else we will be spellbound by her. "Hi Hiro, it's been a while. You look different from the last time we met. What happen to you?" Sirene cheerfully greeted Hiro. "You know the deal. I don't offer my help to anybody, especially with demons," she said looking at me and Oslec.

shouted Helena to the open sea. She was like a madwoman screaming to herself. No answer. She looked down, the beautiful blue sea with colorful fish. Dimly she heard a humming sound, something foreign to her ears but pleasant and melodious; siren sound. Siren Aquamarine, the mermaid of the Caribbean sea who always tempts pirates and fishermen. They suck every soul that is subject to their beauty. Beautiful but deadly.

Nobody knows what they look like, nobody's lived long enough to tell. It was the usual serene wind that blanketed the night of 1876, the same cold breeze, some may even call it a loveless touch, caressing the tides and pulling ferrymen into sin, down, down, down, until they drown. It has been a longtime warning not to sail after midnight, word on the street is that a siren was born, furious and vengeful because of the death of a previous lover. She sings a tranquil lullaby, with the voice of an angel and face likewise. She would show up in the middle of the ocean, amidst the cerulean waves and the storm that comes along every breath she takes. Eyes glowing in color like that of where she liv

"Who is Egon and are you truly sirens, am I really one?" "Yes." The woman's green eyes glowed under the moonlight and Maris admired them. "Egon is our leader for now, since we lost you." "We?" "Sirens. Look at this," she pointed at her wrist and Maris noticed it had the same symbol as hers. A full stop surrounded by six commas just like the sun. "It's a prove we're sirens from the Criadora kingdom." The siren pinched herself and rubbed ever slowly on the symbol and Maris winced, glancing down at her own wrist to see her symbol glowing yellow.