Siren Head Picture Novels & Stories

She had only one, which meant this was a signature scent. His eyes landed on the small statue sitting in front of the mirror. The only knickknack on display. It meant something to her. A small replica of the ancient Hellenistic sculpture called the Nike of Samothrace, depicting a figure of a woman fighting against a strong sea breeze, draped garments flowing in the wind. The pose drew him in, evoking a graceful balance between fierce motion and steadfast stillness. Possible parallels to Evans were disturbing. He turned it over, noting the Louvre sticker pasted underneath before placing it back and finally reaching behind the white dresser for the microphone. ***

"Who is Egon and are you truly sirens, am I really one?" "Yes." The woman's green eyes glowed under the moonlight and Maris admired them. "Egon is our leader for now, since we lost you." "We?" "Sirens. Look at this," she pointed at her wrist and Maris noticed it had the same symbol as hers. A full stop surrounded by six commas just like the sun. "It's a prove we're sirens from the Criadora kingdom." The siren pinched herself and rubbed ever slowly on the symbol and Maris winced, glancing down at her own wrist to see her symbol glowing yellow.

Terrified. She screamed. She fell unconscious as she saw the unfamiliar figure with fresh blood on the corners of his lips, the color of his eyes was completely black. The man has two horns that adorn the right and left above his head, not very visible but enough to attract attention. How can a siren creature have horns like the horns of a demon? And that scary face managed to make Marion so shocked that she lost consciousness.

“Visitors?” “Yes,” Sasha says carefully. “Two members of the council. They insist it’s urgent.” I exchange a glance with Lucian. Urgent is never good. “Who?” Lucian demands. Sasha steps aside, and two figures glide into the chamber. The first is tall and lithe, hair black as ink and eyes the color of the ocean at night. A siren, I recognize the aura before I even register the ripple of water trailing faintly at her heels. Lady Meris, one of the oldest sirens on the council.

Doyen complied and lay on the soft ground, his eyes guarded but willing to trust the human. The scene changed once again, this time the siren lay against Ace drawing small circles on his naked chest... While his face looked calm, there was a tenseness to his shoulders which was visible to all the shifters who were not le watching and the way his jaw was clenched belied his fury. But when the siren looked up at him, it was all gone. They heard the siren speak," You promise that you will follow me everywhere if I am able to free myself from the bonds of my mistress?"

she spoke slowly and condescendingly as if mocking him. He sent a glare her way before mumbling under his breath absentmindedly. Remmi rolled her eyes before turning her attention back to me, a question just on the tip of my tongue waiting to be released. "What is a Syren?" I asked. She smiled before answering my question, "Syrens are beings of manipulation and deception. They are absolutely beautiful, which explains your appearance, as well as inhabitants of the deep blue, which means that they can manipulate water at their will."

His longing for her was so great that he began to move restlessly in the water, waiting impatiently for her to return. Suddenly he was pulled under the water. His hands shot out, trying to grab on to something, anything. But there was nothing but water. He looked down and saw something glittering in the water. It was a tail. But it wasn't like the mer creatures tail he was used to. This one was different. It was silver in colour and it had sharp edges. It was a siren! Xavier realized this the moment the siren looked up at him. He tried to speak but water rushed down his throat, choking him.

It was way too brutal but amazing. But I just closed my eyes when the siren with red hair screamed hideously. I don't know but we hear it all and I feel like my eardrums are about to burst. I felt like I was going to bleed because my head felt like it was going to explode because of the death screams of the two sirens, but it stopped when the surroundings became chaotic. The knights attack the two sirens. The attacks of the knights followed one after the other. They manipulated the waters and threw their tridents like a boomerang. Knights were flying around, obviously, they couldn't take the two sirens lightly.

He growls at me, and I have the urge to bow at his feet. “Calista, Jake. Where are your mates?” he asks, well commands and he feels somewhat familiar to me, but how? I don’t know him. He takes a few menacing steps closer to me and I step back. He smiles with a sinister grin on his face. A tall woman steps out from behind him with violet eyes. She tilts her head. All the surrounding noise drowns out as a song enters my head and I hear her voice in my head. Siren.

POV RUBY The Siren’s Wake cut through the choppy black waters of the Irish Sea like a blade. Behind us, the fiery orange glow of the Docklands was nothing more than a bleeding scar on the horizon. The roar of the engine was a constant, low-frequency thrum that vibrated through the floorboards and up into my very bones. Silas was at the helm, his silhouette a grim statue against the spray-flecked glass of the cabin, leaving Nevan and me alone in the cramped, dimly lit quarters below deck.