Siren Head Drawing Novels & Stories

Even though the boy had said it several times since the morning. Damian glanced over. “Yes?” Silas held up the drawing. “Does this look like a spaceship?” Damian stepped closer to examine it. It was mostly blue and red lines with several crooked circles attached. He nodded thoughtfully. “It looks like it could travel very far.” Silas grinned proudly. “I added extra engines.” “Smart design.” Silas pointed to a small stick figure drawn beside the ship. “That’s me.” Damian studied it. “And who’s flying the ship?”

“Now, now, now, just how many days remain?” He counted as his excitement and lust are shown all over his face. With the vintage-like movie strips that are flashing quickly in front of his eyes, where the characters and main ones are the prominent seven. He draws a perfect sinister smile as he tilts his head to the side before snapping his finger once and stopping the scene, all and directly towards the image and the perfect everyone claims to be, for this world’s Shrine Maiden. “Beautiful.”

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

Harley says, wiping his tears. "It's okay, bubba." I say, kissing his head and smoothing his hair down. He opens the piece of paper and smiles when he sees a drawing of two stick figures, one being small and one being big, the small one being Kai and the big one being Vixen. There's a heart in the middle and it's colored in and outside the lines and- awww, she wrote her name at the bottom. "It's beautiful, baby. Thank you." Vixen says, kissing her cheek.

All of their eyes were set on me. For sure it was a little creepy. I tilted my head, staring the siren sitting at the front. She looked the oldest of them all. And she also looked more powerful than the rest. I intertwined my fingers with Zeus' fingers. The sirens are known to be as tricky as the God Loki was. That's why, I just couldn't trust that look on their faces. I left Eve's cape on the hands of Moon. I didn't want her to go crazy if the sirens started singing again.

"One more try, okay?" Uriel nodded, resting his face in the crook of Erin's neck. Small fingers slithered across his wide shoulders, trickling over him like sand. He felt the letters V and E grace his back. Lines and circles merged in several different pictures and patterns, and Uriel couldn't tell if he was being too simple or too creative with his guesses. The final shape was drawn, but it felt more like a sink shape. Maybe a V. Or a H. Upon further ponder, it might've been a U. The lights were on. Uriel's brows furrowed.

As she did so, the siren's face appeared snarling and baring sharp black teeth within blue lips and a bluish white face with glass eyes. A scream escaped Amelia, causing her to suck in a mouthful of water that invaded her lungs, which were begging for air. She needed to get free, and she needed to do it soon before she blacked out. Despite her struggles, she remained caught by the siren, who was now beginning to bite her arm, drawing blood that bubbled towards the surface.

While it was Luc’s first time witnessing Kirin behaving like this, he felt that he could not comprehend this young master of the Summers family anymore. In fact, Luc felt a chill down his spine. In the end, Kirin finished his drawing and stared at it. He then started laughing maniacally. On the drawing were a cat and a mouse. The cat had sharp claws and looked ferocious, while the mouse looked terrified and was trembling in the corner. “Hehehe… Tyr… our game has just begun.

Everything I've learned in the last hour has given me a lot to think about, and I always do my best processing through my doodles. I start with the easy stuff. With Omar, towering the length of the page, and then Ford, whose head seems to get bigger with every sketch. I draw Karen pursing her lips and tapping her fingers against her earpiece. I even doodle a few of the cameras and cameramen to complete the scene.

I can feel a headache already starting to form after all of this knowledge. I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries.