Picture Of Siren Head Mga Nobela at Kwento

"Because Selene is coming. And she isn't coming for the mountain anymore. She’s coming for us." As if on cue, a sound echoed from the edge of the valley. It wasn't a howl. It was the sound of a thousand glass bells shattering at once. The Siren’s Mist was returning, but it wasn't purple this time. It was black. And from the mist stepped a figure that made my blood turn to ice. It was Selene. But she wasn't alone. She was riding a beast made of stitched-together wolf carcasses, and in her hand, she held the severed head of an Alpha I recognized.

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 wonder what this one will taste like—it smells like royalty." I crack one eye open and stare at the pale skin splayed with scales, and hold my breath at the entirely black eyes I'm facing. The siren is old and wrinkly, not at all beautiful like I've heard. A creepy smile, all teeth, spread over the lips belonging to the siren as she sizes me up. I absorb her with my heart beating out of rhythm. Her white hair clings to her seemingly frozen skin, and her frog-like hand is still on my shoulder.

Ruby nodded and replied-" very well, we shall leave now." She looked away and ordered her men to march towards the "Trio Whirl" The place where the leaders of the Sirens lived. It was across the shore, in the middle to be exact. Ruby described there will be a strong whirl right in the middle of the sea. That is where we have to jump in to meet the leader.

Jasmine POV: Next few day were very calmed as Sea, Draco and I had minimal conversation, everyday he went out with Tony to get our ship repaired with help of few other villagers while I stayed inside our house and started studying more about Siren and ways to kill them just in case, I felt coral lust and hunger to eat me alive and I wasn’t ready to take any chances to wait until that happens in meantime I even started searching for solution on how to break Siren Curse on Draco, he was marked by Savannah for an instant I thought of letting him meet his fate for cheating on me, but then I remember he is the only one who could help me get back to my kingdom Tallis. From my grandmother book I ca

The word hung in the air like ash and flame. "Most of our records conflate the Siren with the Mermaid," the scientist continued, his tone clinical and detached. "It is a common error of the uninitiated. To understand the difference, one must look at the natural world. Think of the Mermaid as an alligator - a localized predator, efficient but limited. The Siren, however, is the saltwater crocodile. Larger, more aggressive, and possessing an impossible strength and kinetic energy that transcends the aquatic domain. While Mermaids lure to drown, Sirens command the very frequency of the original night."

His mood turns again. “Give me the password.” “No.” His eyes go empty. Absolutely empty. “You always did have to learn the hard way,” he mutters. Then he grips the bat with both hands. Raises it over his shoulder. A strangled scream rips out of me and it’s pure animal panic. “MARLIN, WAIT—!”

All of a sudden, the world seemed to be still, and even the sound of the sea breeze could not be heard.The sun is already hanging high in the blue sky, and the dazzling sunlight hits the eyes and makes them tingle.The female siren remained motionless, but the corners of her mouth slowly extended to both sides until a smirk was formed.Suddenly, her upper and lower lips opened violently, like the mouth of a shark preparing to devour its prey. It was too late for me to stop it. The sharp cry of the siren had pierced into the depths of the eardrum like tens of millions of sharp thorns at the same time, and then reached the nerves of the brain.

Her laugh was like a song as expected of a siren. She climbed to the smooth floor and sat with a little difficulty. Her tail is heavy out of water. Currently, her siren form is as follows: A face bare of make up, enchanting silver eyes, tempting, full red lips, black fin-like ears, bluish grey long hair that starts to flutter without any wind once out of water, a sea shell bra, a transparent skirt studded with silver pearls at the waist and an obsidian black tail with gold spirals. Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored.

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.