Mythology Siren Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

Denise said. "You almost killed him, you almost killed everyone of us" Bella stayed with no other words to make her listen to her. "You think I don't know that" Denise answered seating on the sofa, she couldn't forget that she had almost killed each one of them most especially Bella and Coast, she couldn't even look at Bella in the face. Bella took out a book and read, "The sirens are mythical creatures summoned for revenge, when summoned they take the body of a host and manifest their revenge, the host however preferable human can never escape the sirens until the work is done.

I tried not to think too hard on that bit of improvement. “Sadareen, your people might know her as the mother of all sirens. She is one of the few true immortals in this world.” Micah spoke with a detached voice, one that held a deadly edge. “The sirens of this world are not like those of your legends. They live in our oceans, and only emerge to feast. They are scaled, webbed creatures that covet beauty above all. The only way to hold back one of the few immortals is to curse them in some way, bind them to a physical form. Sadareen was once the spirit of the ocean, but make no mistake; she was not kind nor benevolent. The only way to stop the endless death was to bind her into a human form.

Fortunately in short span of time I sensed Jasmine fragrance from outside our house and the moment she entered I unleashed my hunger on her until my sexual desire was satisfied… once I was done having sex with her… I got back to put on my clothes but Jasmine was suspicious… I unwilling disclosed Savannah name to her but received no response from her… Her quietness only increased heaviness in my heart, I was about to turn to look at her when she walked passed me to first floor and a minute later got down with one of her grandmother book in her hand. She stood blankly in front of me and opened he book, she kept turning pages after pages until she stopped at one and showed it to me… “Siren…..”

She was the Siren, a mythical creature known to have the power to calm or unleash chaos with her voice. Elara, her eyes widening in recognition, whispered, "Lysandra?" The Siren — Lysandra — smiled enigmatically. "It's been a while, hasn't it, sister?" As the revelation hung in the air, the storm drew closer, its fury and the Siren's song promising a clash that would shake the very foundations of their world. Elara took a hesitant step forward, her eyes fixed on Lysandra. "Why are you here? Why now?"

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

"Yeah. I'm ready," Seira nodded. She moved back. "Okay. First, before I ask about the lady downstairs. I want to know why my tattoo feels itchy," With her words, she stretched her hand out and Hunter looked down at the lotus flower tattoo, concealing the half-moon mark on her wrist. "Itchy?" Seira nodded. "Yes. It glowed too, a couple of times then it got itchy, so bad I nearly scratched off my wrist," Hunter stared blankly, trying to come up with the best explanation, and when he did. He sighed. "Seem like you are really the half of the Marshall. Tell me, have you felt linked with anyone, an Omega? Did you feel connected somehow?"

--- Theron began to dream of forests. Not burning ones. But ones filled with whispers. He heard his name on the wind. He drew a symbol in the soil—three points connected by a spiral. When Selene saw it, her blood ran cold. It was the same mark from her dream. The shadow seal. --- That night, Elira woke coughing. She couldn’t breathe. When Selene rushed to her, she found her daughter’s lips faintly glowing with starlight. Not silver. Not flame. Something else.

I understood his reaction, and so did Nico because Sienna hasn’t just earned her stripes as a Dragonetti woman. She had her back tattooed like us; the Dragonetti dragon splayed over the entirety of her back. I remember how painful it felt when I got it since we had to do at least 5 sessions, but this woman endured it. She endured the blade when they cut her, now, she endured the needle as it marked her. If there was anyone worthy of calling a badass, it would be Sienna. Dante breaks off their kiss and spins her around, admiring the tattoo on her back.

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.

Strange, swirling snake marks along her arms—marks I had seen before. On me. Theo exhaled, leaning back slightly. “She was a Siren Goddess,” he said simply. I finally forced my eyes away from the book. “A what?” Kylan let out a low whistle. “I was hoping for something dramatic, but this? Yeah…it didn't fit what I had in mind.” Theo ignored him, his sharp green eyes locked on me. “She wasn’t just any siren. She was the siren. A direct descendant of the first bloodline. The source of power, the one who carried the ability to shape fate itself.”