Siren Fanart Novels & Stories

I can envision myself in this space, enjoying the company of friends while we entertain or simply cuddled in Moby's arms. The piece de resistance is the screened-in back porch-six hundred square feet of space. The four ceiling fans would ward off the South Carolina heat and the slate tiles up the opulence. I can see our dog, the imaginary one we're going to own someday, running in the backyard with our son chasing him or throwing a ball.

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

"Okay! Okay, I'll make the arrangements. I'll send her to the boarding school in Switzerland. Today!" "Don't get worked up, your hand..." Elara breathed heavily, her eyes wide and frantic. I finally understood. She saw me as competition. For Liam's attention, for our parents' love. In this house, only she could be the princess. I thought, my spirit numb. You got your wish. I'm gone. Are you happy? The doctor entered, his face grim. "Her immune system is weakening. The Siren's Affliction will progress faster. You must be more vigilant. Remove all hard surfaces from your home."