Siren Son นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I didn’t want to go into detail. Luckily, Siren was smart. Understanding crossed her face. “Does this have anything to do with his will?” I nodded without explaining. She didn’t ask, merely shaking her head. “I can’t.” “Why?” I demanded. “You could get a nice cut out of this.” “For starters, you don’t even know me!” She nearly shrieked. I didn’t want to rain her parade but I knew her better than she would expect. Siren was her stage name and I had called her that for years, but that didn’t mean my partner Heston had not run a background check on her before she was hired to Inferno.

The two people persuaded Sian and finally brought the reluctant Sian back to the Malcolm Family. (I will begin calling Sisu as Sian in order not to cause confusion, since basically, the real Sian is dead now.) Since Sian still has recollection and had all of the real Sian’s memory, she could imitate her and there’s not much of a problem. Besides Sian could basically live all by herself and is a quiet child, at 17, Sian is a peerless beauty and Sian is pretty satisfied with how Sian lived her life normally. The only problem with Sian is her fear of strangers and that she strictly lives in a routine.

I did, voice breaking: "Fóllame duro, papi." He slammed in, the stretch burning sweetly, and fucked me with controlled fury, going deeply, grinding thrusts that hit every spot. His hand wrapped around my throat, squeezing just enough to make my vision blur, heightening everything: the rasp of his breath on my breasts as he bites my nipples, the wet slooshing of our bodies, the distant sound of laughter upstairs as Dad greets the others.

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

Unless Grandpa was somehow related to Jonah from that old Bible story, there was no way for that fish story to ever be true. He also bragged about falling in love with a siren. A siren is a voice on the water that sings to fishermen. It's a mermaid with the vocal cords of a goddess. Perhaps my grandpa was telling the truth, maybe there is something living at the bottom of the sea. If they could call my grandfather and let him live, what would they do to me?

I can feel a headache already starting to form after all of this knowledge. I blink focusing back in as Serena is still speaking, “Sirens like myself, are specialized in their ability to convince people to do anything we please with just our voice. We live a lifespan on par with wolves. My mother who is full Siren can also grow a tail when in water. I can not grow a tail because I am not a full blooded Siren as I have a lovely wolf. But I can breathe underwater, swim exceptionally fast and have powers of persuasion. We also have songs that let us do particular things. For example, I have a song that calls upon a torrential storm no matter where I am. Another one that can heal minor injuries.

She opened it to a blank page. "Show me," she whispered to the echo. "Show me your story." The memory washed over them all. It was not a vision of destruction like Lytheria. It was a simple, domestic tragedy. A young woman, Maya, lived here with her fisherman husband and their baby boy. One night, a storm rose from nowhere. Her husband was at sea. She put her son to bed, singing him a lullaby. A wave, higher than any before, smashed into the cottage. It washed the cradle out to sea. She had searched the shore for days, but the ocean never gave her son back. Her grief had been so powerful, so all-consuming, that it had etched itself into the very fabric of this place. She had become the Siren

Even before zeke’s voice rang out through the air from the mirror Damon carried like was some kind of cursed but prized relic. “Do not look her in the eyes, you fools,” Zeke hissed, his voice sounding as irritated as ever. “Do not listen to her for too long too. She’s a siren.” My heart started pounding but I kept my focus on her feet and the water that was lapping at the one. Damon on the other hand didn’t move and when I turned to look at him, his eyes were glazed like he was seeing something no one else but him could.

I shouted, trying to keep the encroaching fog at bay with the protective chant Elena taught us. A sudden scream pierced the fog. "Elena!" I cried out. The eldest Siren laughed again. "Your friend cannot help you now." "Focus, Sophia," Alex urged, his eyes scanning the fog for any sign of Elena. "We need to find her and get out of here." As we pushed forward, guided by our bond and determination, a sudden realization hit me. "The Sirens feed off emotions, off pain and regret," I whispered. "We need to counter it with the opposite."