Siren Head Drawing Novels & Stories

It was a simple, stylized silver fox—the emblem of Siren and the Corsairs. "The pirates," Julian breathed. "Siren came for her seat at the table." > D******D COMPLETE. > SYSTEM INITIALIZED. The lights in the barn went out. Then, every monitor, every tablet, and even the HUDs in the attacking helicopters flickered to life with a single, clear image. It was a wireframe model of a child's face, her eyes opening with a terrifying, ancient intelligence. "Father," the voice didn't come from the speakers. It came from every electronic device within a mile, a perfect, digital harmony. "The house is clean now. Shall I lock the doors?"

I frowned, trying to reach his head, and removed it away since it's so heavy. Failing, I just let him and I pulled out the little notebook I had brought with me and drew random stuff. I look outside the window to base the sky and the sea for my drawings, just as painters and artists do. I drew and drew and looked up and again for a few times now, ahead blocking my view. I stopped. That guy! I clenched my hand, claiming myself. Hmm...He's asleep, so maybe I can just slowly move his head? Reaching out, I discreetly reached to his head when the guy spoke, "Touch my head and I'll kill you."

It was a good thing Jasmine knew Serenity well because Drake would not be able to figure her out. Serenity put a lot of thought into drawing the silhouette of a person. Jasmine did not need to get close to guess Serenity was drawing Zachary. Drawn by curiosity, Drake watched as Serenity doodled on the paper. Serenity portrayed the upper half of Zachary’s body on the paper. Once she was done, she took a look and added a heart to his chest. Nevertheless, she penciled the heart rather tiny. Putting down the pen, she grabbed her untouched wine and admired her artwork while sipping it.

Damn. Another deep breath later I shook my head then moved his sketch aside and started drawing my latest victim instead. Willing my mind to think about my latest kill, I started sketching, fast. The lines, the shape of his slouched body, and the fear show his level of stress without showing off his face. The blood dripping from his stomach made them perfectly in line with the moment his life was slipping away. My wrist moves hurriedly, line after line, shading, shaping Rudy the tattletale. The coloring comes next, then I decided to stop when my back felt too tired to continue.

Just let m help you Siren, let me turn your art to something beautiful,” handing me a piece of paper. I hesitantly took it from her hand. “You are not alone,” I unfolded the piece of paper with familiar drawing. It was a drawing of a baby inside a sunflower. In fact it was Chu. “Think about it,"

He said to see Catrina give him her full attention. "Alpha I heard a voice which can only belong to one creature," "Which creature?" He had a faint idea of what the creature is but he wants confirmation. "A siren." He said it and Catrina who didn't know gave them a questionable look. 'What is a siren?" Catrina asked them. A siren is like a mermaid but a siren is evil, it is a man eating monster. It has a horn on it's head, with fang like teeth, sharp claws and a sharp fin.

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

“I didn’t know if I should show you. But I think… you need to see this.” He handed me the notebook, and I flipped it open with trembling fingers. Page after page. Markings. Not just doodles or random swirls. Real ones. Siren symbols. Etched in pencil with surprising accuracy, even the shapes that took me time to memorize. “How long has he been drawing these?” I whispered. Kieran rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Weeks. Maybe longer. Lizabella thought they were just strange little pictures. I didn’t think anything of it until I saw your back after the first blackout.”

"What’s all this? Working on a big project?" She shook her head mutely, her hand never stopping. The air smelled sharply of charcoal dust and something else… a faint, metallic tang of distress. My gaze drifted from her bowed head to the drawings scattered around her. At first glance, they were abstract, swirling, chaotic masses of dark lines, smudged shadows that seemed to writhe on the paper. Then, as my eyes adjusted, shapes began to coalesce from the darkness. Jagged lines that suggested cages. Rough, huddled forms that could be… figures? Small figures. Curled in on themselves. My breath hitched.

I wonder what she would come up with next. After a few moments, she finally finished and eagerly called out to me, "Lycan Aaron, can you guess what this is?" Excitedly, she showed me the screen of my phone, revealing her latest creation. I studied the drawing intently, taking in the long oval shape with two balls below and hairs beneath them. At the top, there was a line. Wait. Isn’t that…? “Are you crazy?” I asked, frowning. “Why are you drawing a man’s d*ck?”