Mlp Sirens の小説・ストーリー

she said as she edited some of her pictures. Sirusen is term for Sins that enhance their sense of hearing and Hirrusen is a third level spell that enables one to hear an individual’s thoughts. It’s one of the hardest one to achieve, also the deadliest. “I can't use it. You know those types can easily trigger alarms.” I reminded her. “You can take him to the forest or by the ocean.” she the suggested, knowing that there are areas without alarms. “Still, Hirrusen is a third level spell. I'm only on the second level.” I said as I drank the pink juice she made.

Penny widened her eyes and nodded her head down towards Thea’s crotch. “Yep,” Thea answered dryly. She held up three fingers and mouthed “three times” at Penny. Penny frowned, “Bellamy, do you know what we are?” she asked brazenly. Thea slapped her leg, “Hey, if he knows, we can just kill him, he should already be dead anyway!” Penny shouted. Thea dropped her head into her hands and sighed. “Yea, you’re sirens,” Bellamy answered nonchalantly. “I knew as soon as Thea bumped in to me yesterday and I knew about you when you tried coming on to me in the kitchen.”

Max hadn’t known true hate until that moment, vowing that Petrovich would be a vaporized memory in the red mist of the rising sun. The thirty-eight-second transmission indicated Max’s position as being near Makopane in the Limpopo region, just off of the R101 freeway. A drone combed the area, along with a contingent of Mandla’s men accompanying Slater and Donnie. Their ETA to the transmission site was ten minutes. Searches for properties registered to Muller came up empty. MIT HQ looked at aliases and offshore bank accounts possibly linked to Kris Muller. They were closing in on the fucker. Johnny only hoped that it wasn’t too late. Two of Mandla’s best analysts sat with Johnny as they combe

"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.

"I'm not sure. The books all ended with the fact that Sophane separated the Syren realm from the rest of Malsophor. Nothing more, nothing less." I leaned into the couch I was sat on and thought over the information I was given. I'm part of a lost civilization of Syrens, the mind-reading, water inhabiting beings. The one who is said to bring about chaos within the realms of Malsophor as well as wipe out the population. And the whole of Malsophor is out to get me. Rightfully so. When I got out of bed the morning Ava woke me up so rudely, I never imagined being swept into such a huge apocalyptic mess. I would've turned the other direction and kept sleeping.

But along the edge of the trunk lid, there was a streak of dark red. That wasn't oil, water, or ordinary mud. The officer stared at the streak fixedly as he instinctively moved his hand to his radio. When Marvin noticed everyone's stare, he swallowed hard. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead. Even so, he still put on a tough front. "What are you all looking at? So what if something's leaking? Isn't it normal for a new car to have a bit of oil leakage?"

I said, turning my face to look at Daire’s big brown eyes. “It’s nice to meet you Cedar.” Daire put out a big hand. Cedar looked at it wearily. “It’s okay you don’t have to trust me yet. Trust is earned. I get that. You're a good man looking out for your sister.” Daire spoke gently to Cedar. I smiled and Cedars' shoulders relaxed a bit. I wondered if telepathy could suddenly work on him. Cedar yawned, his eyes were starting to droop. Daire lounged back. “So tired boy do you want to sleep out here with your sister and Me or do you want the big bed all to yourself?” Cedar’s tired face lit up.

“Because, the reason I called is because no one is here. Like in the flat, nobody is here, not David, or Theo or Harlan. I think Marcus is supposed to be, but I tried to call him and it went to voicemail. ” “Oh shit. Okay, wait a minute..” I hear shuffling, doors opening and closing, and then Selena’s muffled voice, and a consequential, low groan. I hear Selena speak again, probably poking him some more, and a snipped ‘What?!’ from Marcus. It is silent for a few seconds. Then I hear a loud ’FUCK!’ and a lot of noises. Clattering, banging, slamming, then Marcus’s voice is on the other end of the phone.

Lucas, surprised by the sudden change in his mate could do no more than stare dumbly, the tent in his pants doubly apparent. Adrienne licked her lips again, looking predatory. Her voice was the voice of a siren, tone husky. He'd never heard it before. "Let's do that again."

“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