Siren Head Drawing Novels & Stories

She’d always hated this part the most, even before she’d realized that the bodies were real. She drew the main outline, keeping her fingers on the ferrule—the metal piece that clamped the bristles to the handle—and created a nose, mouth, and eyelids. For a moment, she wondered what color his eyes might be, then shoved aside the macabre thought. He had a strong, square jaw, his hair pushed back, looking sticky from the dirt that had been thrown directly onto his face.

, nearby the brook rumbled fiercely, "Then the fairies take us to wherever they live" Jemi answered, eyes fixed on the image, taking form on the paper, she scrunched her little nose upward criticizing "If we good?" "Yeah if we are good" She finally guessed she couldn't divide her attention between Sara and the drawing she looked up at the little blond girl who had her nose buried in the flowers she held. "Sara I wanna concentrate" "Alright," she murmured let down. She continued on the paper, trying out fonts, few minutes passed, and she smiled in satisfaction looking at the virgin Mary taking form. Another trophy.

Deirdre's entire body froze as she glanced at the drawing on the paper. The artwork depicted a mother holding a boy's hand, capturing the mother's tenderness and the child's longing despite its simplicity. A sudden tightness gripped Deirdre's heart. 'Could this be a tribute to his mother?' As Sean heard the noise, he looked up and quickly hid his drawing, his face filled with embarrassment. Deirdre tried to regain her composure, but her mind was in turmoil.

Azriel commanded in an utterly casual tone of voice, as if he were only showing a drawing of a natural landscape. Isolde, with trembling fingers, turned the paper to the second page. There, the strokes of the drawing were far more bold and wild. There appeared a sketch of Isolde sitting leaning back with her pair of plump legs forced wide apart. Azriel's head was depicted as buried between the mounds of Isolde's large breasts, as if nursing greedily there. Not stopping there, one of Azriel's hands in the drawing appeared to grope downward, with detailed fingers depicted as penetrating Isolde's sensitive vagina area.

"The bad energy is strong, but it will be gone soon. I promise." Shaken, I retreated. I couldn't fight her physically. I had to understand. I focused not on attacking, but on listening. I pushed my awareness towards her, past her polished surface. The flashes were jarring. Raw emotions, jagged images. A deep, bitter resentment towards our mother. A burning fury—she had been passed over, deemed unworthy of the Siren's legacy that flowed in our veins. And then, a hungry need—a vision of me, of Elara, our potential power swirling around us like a visible mist, something she desperately needed to grasp, to claim, to consume.

You idiot! A frantic Xzavier, who had just shoved his wallet and car keys into a pocket in his pajama pants, stepped back in horror as he stared into his girlfriend's bright green unnaturally glowing eyes. All he saw in them was a deep hunger. Right before his eyes, Xzavier’s girlfriends shorts and underwear were torn into pieces as her legs morphed together into a long, slimy, dark blue fish tail. The baby started to cry even harder once Xzavier’s girlfriend started crawling towards him and the infant's crib. Xzavier drank in his girlfriend's new monstrous features; a maw full of sharp, dagger-like, teeth, gills on top of her collar bones showing through her wet tank-top, her tail, and long

I asked wanting to end the tension in the air once and for all. " Fire symbol? What you mean it's the silhouette of Manor's head!" V1 exclaimed. " Seriously?! * Laughs*" Terrius chuckled. " Oi! My head doesn't look like freaking fire!" Manor protest. " Actually, now that you mention it I can see the similarities." I teased. " What are you looking at?! There isn't any!" Manor frowned. " What do you mean! See if I draw the mouth here and the nose then the eyes. "

‘Siren? Instantly Felen thought of a painting that was on display in the main room of Leister's manor the last time he received a summons to appear before Barend. A painting by John William Waterhouse with the title Siren. However, the painting he saw depicted a beautiful woman with a grace that captivated the heart. Be it the heart of the person who saw the painting or the heart of the man who was also painted with the beautiful creature. Very different from the figure that Felen is now facing. The figure is more suitable to be called a monster. Very scary and gives off a dangerous aura.

I tilted my head and bit my lower lip and look away. His face is full of different colors with different drawings. There's a big black circle around his eyes and if he closes his eyes you could see a another eye on it. I have drawn a hair at circles on his nose and something like a booger on it. I draw a middle finger on his cheeks and a drawl on his mouth. I even made his thick eyebrows thicker! However, he still looks handsome yet funny. My eyes widened when he stood up. "You are done? Then leave!" I gulped so hard and hide the nervousness I'm feeling.

I leaned back slightly, eyes still on the drawing. “It’s brilliant,” I said first, because it was. “But… the shoulder.” She blinked. She didn't seem surprised. I pointed, gently tapping the shoulder part. “Right here. It’s too stiff. See how the shoulder line forms almost a perfect right angle from the neck? That will be fine for a mannequin or an anime, but if you're aiming for a realistic human drawing, it will come out looking slightly weird.” “Please, explain,” her voice was quiet but I could feel a hint of excitement.