Novel & Cerita Siren Head Picture

I shot my dad a quick text and was received poorly as he sent back an angry face and crying face emoji. “Good morning Miss Summers, Mrs. Murdock” the pilot says as he shakes our hands once we’ve boarded. “I’m Captain Reese and I’ll be flying you from JFK to LAX on this lovely day. The flight will be six hours today, so sit back, relax, and enjoy your flight.”

Sirene said. “But you have black hair and black eyes. Well, your eyes are different from your parents.” Zachary said confusedly. He's finally able to look away from Luna because of Sirene's confused statement. Sirene laughed and clicked a button from her bracelet. Sirene often wears this bracelet that made the five birds think that it was Sirene's favorite bracelet. When Sirene clicked a button, her hair changed into fluffy light pink from black and her eyes changed to black to sky blue eyes. She looks like a shy and soft girl if someone describes her.

I have a feeling that my Mate is going to be amazing. Sirens are known for being sexy, like, unimaginably sexy. They are also known to be the very best in bed, a close second is the vampires, then the wolves. If my Mate is a hybrid like I guessed, I will be winning the lottery. We were getting closer to the Siren Kingdom, I could see the ocean much clearer now and I saw the beach ahead of us.

"Because Selene is coming. And she isn't coming for the mountain anymore. She’s coming for us." As if on cue, a sound echoed from the edge of the valley. It wasn't a howl. It was the sound of a thousand glass bells shattering at once. The Siren’s Mist was returning, but it wasn't purple this time. It was black. And from the mist stepped a figure that made my blood turn to ice. It was Selene. But she wasn't alone. She was riding a beast made of stitched-together wolf carcasses, and in her hand, she held the severed head of an Alpha I recognized.

He took one slow step closer to the bed. “So. Who is she?” “Who?” Lys asked, letting confusion color her voice just enough. He tilted the tablet. A still image of a woman’s face took up the screen. Not a photo. A composite. Features smoothed, hair blurred. But the eyes were right. The mouth. Enough that Lys felt, for a split second, like she was looking into a smeared mirror. Designation in the corner: SIREN‑7. CODENAME: LYS.

“What about the incident from earlier?” “Sirens have certain abilities that help them find prey and keep them safe. One is the siren call and screech. The call lures in food sources, and the screech wards away danger. The second is what my mind did earlier. Cassie calls it head hopping. There are some pureblood abilities that I won’t get the pleasure of having. The coolest one is how they can imprint their memories into a body of water.” “Did she explain why this is all happening now?”

She must be in the bathroom because she was trying to keep her voice down. “Where is he?” I asked. “In my changing room. I can’t keep him there for any longer.” If he left Inferno, I wouldn’t be back to the apartment before him. This was tragic. My mind swirled. “I’m not done yet.” “Just leave.” She ordered in panic. A thought crossed my mind and I nearly said it out loud. Siren was a goddess with the figure of a temptress. If she really wanted to keep Curtis at Inferno for a while longer, it wasn’t impossible.

she said looking at me and Oslec. "We don't have vampire blood if that's what you mean," I quickly said. "Then we have nothing to discuss here," she replied to me while rolling her eyes. She was about to leave when I stopped her. "But I have something better to offer you," after saying those words I gave her a wooden chest. Sirene immediately opened the chest. Her eyes widened in surprise and left her dumbfounded. "How would you like a vampire's head instead?" She smiled at me and nods her head confirming her approval of the deal. Then she notices something weird...

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”

Now, it got closer and closer until they saw two figures emerging from the deeper corridor of the deep sea Castle. The female looked incredibly gorgeous, with her entirely black skin with light blue freckles sprinkled all over her body; her tail ending with a bright purple feathery material that was flowing gently behind her. Her braided hair was long enough to cover her entire backside, framing her face. She was clearly a Siren. While the other figure was a pale white-skinned Merman who had gorgeous long bluish-black hair. He looked godly handsome as if he had been carved out by a master sculptor. His beauty could have easily made any girl in the world swoon for him.