Images Of Siren Head 소설 & 이야기

Its demon–hylian ears slightly flapped jubilantly as the owner smiled, to showcase a pair of fangs pointed at its mouth. "You are beautiful!" A harmonious voice escaped from its mouth with utters that made Amethyst's mouth agape from flabbergast. In slow motions, the water creature swam out of the pool and there, it seated itself on the edge of the pool— sitting closely, next to Amethyst. "A siren!? Daughter of NERIDA!?" Amethyst blurted out, her forehead frowning perplexingly at the one next to her baffled self. In response, the siren giggled shyly while her glistening and dazzling turquoise tail with tapered ends magnificently kicked the water up and down.

“I was confused and pissed. Then I saw a Seer, and I was told that Irene is being played by a Siren.” I blinked. “A siren?” I asked. “Like a mermaid?” He shook his head. “No… like Chuck.” I tilted my head at him. “I didn’t think Sirens existed, and I thought they were lime mermaids,” I admitted. “Those types of Sirens are fairytales,” he explained. “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 en

‘Siren? Instantly Felen thought of a painting that was on display in the main room of Leister's manor the last time he received a summons to appear before Barend. A painting by John William Waterhouse with the title Siren. However, the painting he saw depicted a beautiful woman with a grace that captivated the heart. Be it the heart of the person who saw the painting or the heart of the man who was also painted with the beautiful creature. Very different from the figure that Felen is now facing. The figure is more suitable to be called a monster. Very scary and gives off a dangerous aura.

Wait, what if I was dead already? "She’s awakened." Came the ethereal, powerful and beautiful voice of the eldest siren there, making my attention go to her. Her hair was pure white, braided into a long plait, her tail a deep steel grey which bled into a rich plum purple. She wore a thin sheer fabric wrapped around her breasts, several necklaces hung around her neck and her hands were adorned in bracelets and rings. But what caught my attention was the huge crown adorned with jewels of several colours that sat upon her head.

Sirens. They surfaced slowly, their heads breaking the water. They looked human at first—beautiful women with long hair and perfect features. But as they opened their mouths to sing, I saw the rows of razor-sharp teeth. "Cover your ears!" I shouted. We all clamped our hands over our ears as the sirens began their song. Even muffled, I could feel it—the pull, the desire to walk into the water and join them. It was like someone had reached inside my chest and was tugging on something vital.

I can't get a good look at the siren's face, but its body is extremely muscular, built for battle, and a hundred percent male. A thousand shivers travel up my back. Unlike Hayden, the siren has slimy webbed fingers, long claws, pale skin seeming not to have seen any sunlight, and its tail is that of a shark. The monstrous creature screeches again, and I hold my breath when teeth, way longer than my forearms, almost grace my skin. A larger-than-life tongue flicks out, licking my cheek as if to taste my skin, and finally, my flight or fight instinct kicks in.

The security room is colder than the rest of the house. Fluorescent lights hum overhead. Screens line the walls. There's twelve monitors, split into thirty small squares of surveillance footage. Every corner of Cara Sinclair’s mansion blinks back at me in grayscale. The door clicks shut behind me. I’m alone again. I exhale. The footage changes with every blink, cameras rotating in slow mechanical sweeps. Nothing unusual. No shadows where shadows shouldn’t be. No movement outside the gates. Just the quiet of a mansion that looks more like a museum than a home.

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.

Mystra explained with a frown. Another slide was put up which showed a diagram of a siren unshifted and one that was shifted. Unshifted looked human just like we did. Shifted, however, was a huge transformation. Their features sharpened and became even more vibrant, more alluring. Then there was the tail which looked like it was covered in scales of jewels.

The image distorts when he turns and I can’t see his face. Then I hear it, the scream. I follow the sound, and I watch as the siren gives birth on land. When the child is born, she is surrounded by guards in shining golden armour pointing their spears at the siren. Then they take the child from her. The child wails. “No, don’t take her to him, please I beg you, give me back my child.” She tries to get up when the fae who has the bundle in his arms mounts his unicorn and looks back at the restrained siren and sneers.