Mythology Siren Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

He smiled and ruffled my hair. “It hurts, but I'm glad you and the princess are safe” he smiled at me. “I intentionally want us to spare that last assassin for investigation. I wanted him to eat his last meal before we get him arrested” I told Demetrius and he smiled. Getting him arrested won't be hard due to our sense of smell. Let him hide under the sea, Isidora will fetch him out. She is a siren witch by the way. A siren witch is an Aquatic creature. She can turn into a mermaid and can swim in the deepest ocean.

Selene’s brain short-circuited for a second. Okay, listen. She was only human (mostly). And Dorian Veyrath was built like some kind of ancient war god who’d been carved from marble and bad decisions. His chest was all hard planes and defined muscle, marked with scars that told stories she didn’t want to know. But it was the tattoos that caught her attention thick black lines that wrapped around his ribs and shoulders, forming patterns that looked almost like… chains. “Those aren’t decorative,” Kira said, following her gaze. “They’re binding marks. Every Veyrath heir gets them when they come of age. They’re supposed to help control the beast.” She paused. “They don’t work very well.”

"As the lore suggests, they are known to attract humans and keep them as their slaves or pets. While they are very beautiful and their pheromones addictive, sirens have too much of vanity. There are two types of sirens. The born ones are able to lure humans but only if the soul of the human is inherently steeped in lust. And this means any lust. Thus the old talks about sailors with wanderlust disappearing. More like they had been kidnapped to be the siren's slave. The second type of siren is the one that has been created by evil magic and innocent sacrifices to seduce someone. Like the magic that created them, they are powerful and hold a special lure over humans. Neither the birth siren no

“We most certainly are not. We just exaggerated the stories about ourselves so that humans wouldn’t come hunting.” I considered what Nate was saying for a moment. He had seemed drawn to me, but I was also the only female in the place not throwing myself at the males. I couldn’t keep myself from asking him to tell me more, my interest was piqued enough to set my mission aside for the moment. I listened as he told me about his kind. Siren’s had been written in myth as women with beautiful voices that lured men to their deaths. If Nate were to be believed, they did feed off of grief and loss, but they were instinctively drawn to people who suffered from them. The people they fed on never met an

Alcaeus Chloros, as the head of the Hermes familia, god of travellers, robbers flocks and trickery, the red tattoo on a Hermes familia being a Ram. From the Familia that wields the greatest impact, to the lowest of them all. Calista, wife of Dimitris Aetos, daughter of the Hera familia, goddess of marriage and the life of a woman, the blue tattoo on a Hera familia being a Peacock. Myra, wife of Michalis Laskaris, daughter of the Aphrodite Familia, goddess of love and beauty, the blue tattoo on an Aphrodite familia being a Dove. Nektaria, wife of Charilaus Diamandis, daughter of Athena familia, goddess of wisdom and wit, the blue tattoo of an Athena familia being an Owl

He stayed buried inside me, his heavy arm wrapped around my waist, anchoring me flush against his warm body. He finally rolled on his back, pulling me along with him so that I was lying on top of him. I closed my eyes as he pressed a kiss into my hair. I trailed a finger over the tattoo on his chest, tracing the intricate details of the black wolf captured breathtakingly in mid-roar. "Is this Siren?" I asked softly. "Yes, princess." "He's breathtaking." His chest rumbled in deep, soft laughter. "Careful, princess. That insufferable beast is not immune to flattery."

Two boys made a wager to make a siren princess fall in love. Neither expected her to choose them both. In 2036, humans and supernatural beings share the same world—but peace doesn’t mean equality, and centuries-old rivalries are far from forgotten. Eighteen-year-old Amelia Corvo has spent her entire life behind the protection of one of the supernatural world’s most powerful royal families. As the sheltered, fiercely guarded heir to the Siren Crown, Amelia knows exactly what is expected of her: protect her family’s name, obey the traditions of her bloodline, and most importantly, stay far away from boys who have every reason to want a princess. Then she meets Felix Ashford and Dante

Madmax might be a celebrity rogue alpha, but the fact is he is still a rogue no matter what. He'll never be accepted in the kingdom no matter how many dinners and meetings he gets with the princes and the king. A sharp pain pierced through my haze. I blinked, my forehead creasing with worry and concern. My brain informed me that the pain was coming from my neck. So I lifted my hand up touch the painful spot. I felt tingles shoot up my arm, I felt the welts from his canines. He even sealed it with his saliva. Siren markings are faster than that of any other specie. Their healing ability multiplies where their mate is concerned.

But even as I voiced those reassuring words, I couldn’t shake off the chilling feeling that seeking the Sirens might be our most perilous quest yet. "We've faced formidable foes before, Sophia. The Sirens, with their entrancing melodies and deceptive allure, will be no different," Alex declared, trying to mask his anxiety with determination. But Elena, with a far-off look in her eyes, whispered, "It's not just their songs, Alex. The Sirens possess an ancient magic, one that predates most creatures of our realm. It's said that they can peer into one's soul and unveil the deepest desires and regrets."

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”