Siren Head Drawing 소설 & 이야기

Without a word, he stood up and walked over to Jasmine, leaning in to take a closer look at her drawing. I followed his gaze, and my breath caught in my throat. The figure on the paper was unmistakable. A woman with sharp features, eyes blazing, surrounded by flames. But what truly horrified me were the demon-like horns jutting from her head, twisted and menacing. It wasn’t just a scary drawing—it looked eerily like Shane, though drawn like a child, with an anger in her expression that sent a shiver down my spine. Dr. Levine kept his voice calm and gentle as he asked, “Jasmine, can you tell us about your drawing?”

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

Jade screamed angrily, tearing out and crumpling up a sheet of paper from her sketchbook. She threw it across the room and it landed on the floor close to the door, increasing the litter of crumpled paper and broken pencils in the room. She took a new pencil from behind her ears, her fingers shaky as she began to draw lines and curves, in readiness for another sketch. Closing her eyes, she tried to picture a face, Tiger's face - that was what they called him but she knew his name began with the letter H.

So why did I draw this? I sometimes didn't understand why I drew things that didn't make sense, but I did it; it was a part of me being a witch-siren because of my mother's side. I was staring at what I drew, and I was still trying to figure out why I did this? When I was thinking about what and why I drew the beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair and the guy with Midnight blue. When I heard his voice. "Hey, sweet cheeks! Nope, it's just you!" He said, laughing. I looked at him when I saw the smile on his face, and then I looked down and started tearing out the paper. I started putting it away before he saw it.

Kira I finished drawing the circle in blood. I added a delta for the power transference then placed the rune for connecting to the demon realm. I didn't have a specific demon in mind, but most of the demons had a square in their rune, so I just drew a square. The whole thing looked very empty, but I was getting a little woozy from lack of blood.

“I monitored your movements for months. Every day I watched you glide through the water like some kind of water sprite. Like you were born to it, and I couldn’t look away. Were you a siren luring me to my destruction or my lighthouse in the storm?” Abby didn’t like that insinuation. He meant siren in that Sharon Nasari kind of way. “When I saw this statue in your bedroom, I felt uneasy, drawn to its alluring beauty. A calm deity in the face of the storm, standing steadfast in destructive winds.” His thumb ran over a wing. “Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.”

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

"It's missing both ears." I watch as he picks up the stick this time and makes on the sand, two medium sized 'c's on both sides of the drawing. We both tilt our heads to the left at the same time and stare at the drawing on the sand. One of the eyes are way bigger than the other and the nose seems to be falling out of proportion, the shape of the head looks like that of an amoeba while the ears he just drew isn't fully connected to the face. "I think it's phenomenal," He says.

Instantly my mouth drop open. " Is it good ? ", He asks a bit nervously. " It's...Ethan...it's too g..good.", I say. His lips bunch into wide smile after a second. " Really ?", he asks with shining eyes. I couldn't get any words to reply him. Cause I was overwhelmed seeing the drawing. I didn't expect him to draw my eyes this beautifully. He has drawn the pupils so carefully. Perfect light blue irises with dark blue flakes and sapphire rings surrounding it, glowing in the light. The dark long eyelashes are traced perfectly and the curve of the eyes is magnificent. It looks original. It's so perfect.

“Not a handshake. I mean touched where it counts.” My cheeks flamed. “I—no.” Silas didn’t look surprised. He just nodded and went back to sketching. “And yet you’re here.” I looked down. “I don’t know what I’m doing.” “Yeah, you do.” I glanced up. “You’re looking for a line to cross,” he said. “A boundary to break.” He finished the sketch and turned it toward me. It was a minimalist design of a single open mouth. Lips parted, tongue just barely visible. Not crude. Not obvious. But full of heat.