Siren Head Poster Novels & Stories

I can hardly believe it myself for I've never actually seen him in this way. The ferry boat makes me a little seasick. It's funny that a girl who's an alleged siren and the daughter of a sea fisherman can get seasick still. But here I am stuffing the dramamine pills down my throat in light of the situation. It helps a little. I can still taste the bitter throw-up coming up my throat with its acid. I was never one to ride on roller coasters either. After an hour the ferry ride is done and we get off. The mist is heavy today almost as heavy as the night the sirens came and sang to me. Since this is called Siren's Point I'm sure fishermen have actually seen the likes of them around these parts.

Her red hair almost goes in one with the burning background. 'And just like with you, we just have to wait and see who wants to get in touch with us'. Siri ads. A scream penetrates the roar of fire. The illusion fades out, and again we hang in the moonlit night sky. 'Well, it was not tonight then. Let us find New hamrams instead'. Siri rises higher into the air, and we all follow.

“I’ve seen this picture somewhere else, only…” Both women leaned over his shoulder to see what had him so interested. It was a night scene with a sphinx in the background and two lovers entwined by a fire. Just the sort of thing that would have caught Mathin’s eye, Andrea thought, amused. The only thing was, instead of three moons in the night sky there was... “One moon.” Andrea sucked in a breath. “Where did you see this picture, Mathin?” He regarded her solemnly. “In Fallon’s library, on Earth.”

The silky fabric made it super comfortable, light, and breathable. I unwrapped my damp hair and combed through it before putting it in a low pony. I didn’t feel like applying a full face of makeup, so I put concealer over the bags that hung under my eyes, did my eyebrows, lashes, and liner, and put a medium shade of maroon on my lids to match my dress. Once my makeup look was finished, I took my hair out of the ponytail, set some hair aside to make bangs, and then pulled my hair up into a high bun. A small amount of gel went onto the leftover hair and I styled some side swept bangs. Content with my appearance, I sprayed my favorite lavender smelling perfume and put on a pair of silver stilet

I don’t need any woman to beg for me to have a good day, I need a man who’ll be my meat. Practicing for years to master the art of being a good siren can be a long and hard way. However, the hard work is paid now Lav. I walked with passion in the middle of the crowd with a harmonious face. Before going in the elevator I wait for a fewer group to be with me. They are all staring at me, this is not a new situation. “Madam, is it okay to ask?” I tilted my head and looked at the kid who asked. A cute miniature.

Siren calms down, but she still feels on edge. As we got to the pack house. That bloody red car pulled up behind us. Siren gets agitated again, “Mate.” Siren yells in my mind. I looked over to see who she was talking about. It could be anyone in the car. All the doors open. Lastly, the driver opens his door and steps out of the car. “Mate,” Siren yells again.

I wasn't sure what I was looking for until I saw a small, sleek black card tucked into the corner of a drawer. SC VIP was embossed on the front in silver. Beneath it, in my father’s hurried script, was an address for a place called Sirens. A VIP pass. I snatched it up. This wasn't the first time I’d had to sneak out of this estate. I changed quickly into a black, form-fitting leather jumpsuit—something that revealed just enough skin to fit the dark, predatory atmosphere of a place like Sirens. I grabbed a mask to shield my face, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs.

Black flakes slipped from beneath the band and floated to the floor. He reached for it but her hand gripping his wrist so fiercely he felt her fingers cutting into his flesh stopped him. “Don’t touch it!” She ordered. The sound was followed by a broken shriek before she could pinch it off. *** “What is it?” He demanded in frustration. “Seringue. If you touch it, it’ll kill you.” She warned through gritted teeth. Breathing quickly in shaking breaths. Peeling her death grip from his wrist he changed the hold and interlocked his fingers with hers. She gripped it tightly, drawing her knees to her chest and making small choking sounds.

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.

He cursed his mother's dying wish for asking his father to marry that cursed woman. The woman that pretended to not want power until she birthed a son of her own. "Let us..." He is unable to finish his statement since he heard a loud sound in the other room. "It seems we are not alone." Holden says. “Hi.” Sirens two of them, even though they were in their human forms, he could tell they were sirens by scent. They had both adorned the sailor's clothes clearly stolen from one of the corpses in the ship. “Sleep and forget us.”