Romans & histoires Siren Son

Don’t you just hate it when you’re woken up from a deep sleep but have no idea why? This is exactly how Xzavier felt as he laid on his back with his eyes closed. He was irritated, knowing that this would be one of his last peaceful nights of sleep after bringing home his precious newborn daughter, but something had him on edge, what exactly? He didn't know. Xzavier’s instincts told him to keep his eyes closed, so that is what he did. He strained his ears listening for what had woken him up, but all he heard were the light inhales and exhales of his girlfriend lying next to him. Wait… the sound wasn’t coming from beside him on his bed, it was coming from his upper left. Xzavier was confused,

in colors that rippled like oil in water, emerald, sapphire, obsidian, and stormcloud silver. Their upper halves retained a human likeness but were touched by the ocean, luminous skin that sometimes shimmered like wet moonlight, long dark hair threaded with kelp and pearls, and eyes too bright, too deep, reflecting your worst fears or darkest desires. They could shift, unlike traditional merfolk, walking on land for a time, though their true power came from the water. On land, they were tall and ethereal, their limbs long and elegant, their movements unnaturally fluid. But the longer they stayed away from the sea, the more it cost them, cracking skin, burning thirst, the call of the tide be

"When I do these infusions, I always warn everyone that anything can happen even recessed genes could magnify themselves, so be prepared. Most don't even listen to that part, they are too eager to get started." She takes a breath and makes sure he is listening which he is, to her surprise, so she continues. "It seems that somewhere down Raven's DNA line, there was a 'Siren' I suspect it was her Father and we need to watch Lucas for the same thing, "Kelly?" Dr. Brooks turns to her. "Yes Ma'am, 'Siren-men" or Kerkopes'. These male sirens are said to have the same enchanting voices as their female counterparts and are often depicted as being just as alluring." she informed them.

Bellamy chewed on his finger nails as he paced up and down the living room of Thea and Penny’s apartment. “Are you sure we can trust this Alex person?” “Yes, we can trust Alex… Bellamy, we would never put Lissa in harms way,” Thea tried to reassure Bellamy. “So, what, is she a siren as well? How will she even be able to protect Lissa?” Bellamy cracked his knuckles. “No, she’s not a Siren, there’s only 3 of us and plenty capable of protecting Lissa, just not from a bunch of psycho witches.” Penny stretched out on the couch resting her legs on Thea.

“In that case we have a deal, 2000 gems for the location” I shake her hand. “And remember when you get caught, I’m not part of this,” I nodded. “Welcome to Woman Revolution R…” “Siren,” I corrected her. “Then welcome Siren,” she said with a smile.

We had no idea why they had done it since ancient times, but there was a tale that said that the Sirens were children of the minor god of water named Trent and the minor goddess of land named Terra. Unfortunately, their children tried to overpower the first ruler of the Beastman World, making them receive a direct punishment from the Queen Goddess Hera for disobeying the order set by the Supreme Being. It was said that they no longer bore any females of their race, pushing them to capture females from the other tribes in secret. They have a longer life span than regular beastmen since they are children of the minor gods and goddesses, but even if they take any females from the other tribes,

I asked Lena, hoping she could explain this all to me, since she was raised with the sirens, and I wasn’t. “When a siren dies, their soul returns to the sea. Our mother is trying to tell us that she is here for us and that she will always be here, even though she can’t physically be here.” Lena explains it to me, and I remember back to all the times that I heard the song. Every time something was happening in my life, and she must have wanted me to know that she was there for me. But it didn’t explain why I almost drowned each time. “When you hear the song, do you want to go to it, like it is calling for you?” I asked Lena, hoping I wasn’t the only one of us that almost drowned from it.

When I'm brought back to the Gould family, Matthew Gould, the adopted son who's taken my place all these years, doesn't even bother putting on an act. The first thing he does is punch me square in the face. "So what if you're the real son? Mom and Dad already told me all the family assets will be mine, and that you're not getting a dime!" I don't take it lying down. I hit him back even harder, then drag him straight to Mom and Dad, his face swollen almost beyond recognition. "Is what he said true?" I demand. Mom and Dad look panicked, putting on placating smiles as they scramble to explain. "Of course not! You're both our sons. We'd never treat either of you differently." I raise an eye

So it has more behind the scenes than what the actual act was. "So, why don't you tell us your name? Todd's a bit naughty. He didn't even mentioned you before." His dad looked at her. Siren, who feel like she had watched this scene before, feels like enjoying it more. As if she was in a drama. And she was the villain of the story. "I'm Siren Mendez. I'm pleased to meet you, Sir." She's in-character. "Where did you met our son?" Alexandrea, who excitedly sneaked under her spotlight took the chance to speak. She then starts her story-telling.

Refusing to give up. At 10 PM, Sienna's phone rang. Unknown number. She answered immediately. "Hello?" A voice. Distorted. Electronic. Impossible to identify. "We have your son." "Leo? Is he okay? Let me talk to him!" "He's fine. Scared but unharmed. For now." "What do you want? Money? I'll give you anything. Just don't hurt him." "I don't want money." The voice was cold. Mechanical. "I want you. Come alone to the old church ruins. North side of the island. Midnight. Come alone or the boy dies."