Sirenhead Mga Nobela at Kwento

The breeder is preferable as you are treated slightly better and have more control over your life, once successful the sex slave well you guessed it is what it says on the tin and are kept until no further use. Sirens are the most desired species for these things as once we have awoken have the best pussy in the land. To the point where you can be sold for millions or billions. One of the downsides to being a siren is that we are horny as hell. Its part of the reason I have been isolated all this time, so I don’t seduce a guard to satisfy my needs. Touched sirens still feature a hefty price but nothing compared to being pure. Another reason that I have been isolated for all these years is th

Designed to be an apex predator. The hierarchy is proudly displayed across their skin. Sharkskin sirens are leaders of the clan, bestowed upon deeply black wings. Angels of death. Stronger and faster than their colorful counterparts. My mother instantly drew her cutlass, fighting the beastly creatures landing on the deck, looking for flesh to sandwich between their teeth. Too many of them. Sirens normally came in smaller clan-five or ten-and they didn't bother wasting their time with large vessels. This was a clan of fifty.

Very soon at that. "Zephyr." She sang in her enthralling siren voice that reached out to caress my skin. The hall was becoming too hot and i felt like i would explode if she called my name one more time. I had heard of the true Sirens. We called them Enchantresses. Birds of the air and oceans with skins that lit up like stars depending on their moods and voices used to lure and trap their preys in the ocean right before they fed on them and killed them. They were feared for their ethereal beauty and their abilities to compel even the Fae without even trying. It went without saying that Fae compulsion never worked on them. They were creatures of freedom,like us dragons,and they were hated for

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."

Wait, what if I was dead already? "She’s awakened." Came the ethereal, powerful and beautiful voice of the eldest siren there, making my attention go to her. Her hair was pure white, braided into a long plait, her tail a deep steel grey which bled into a rich plum purple. She wore a thin sheer fabric wrapped around her breasts, several necklaces hung around her neck and her hands were adorned in bracelets and rings. But what caught my attention was the huge crown adorned with jewels of several colours that sat upon her head.

Then, it darted away in haste and eventually disappeared into the rising grey mist. The coiled shofar made from an animal not yet named or known unto man was blown in full blast, the sound from it rippled its waves into the bitter oceans, red sea, stagnant lakes, deserted plains, stony valleys, and the high mountains. From below the shrouded figure came a terrifying war cry. It broke out and stormed the atmosphere ordering the drowsing birds of the air and the little, creeping, and the huge wandering animals to battle. It raved the waters, inducing turbulent storms and waves. Waking the huge sea lions and sharks, frightening several fishes to death.

Her laugh was like a song as expected of a siren. She climbed to the smooth floor and sat with a little difficulty. Her tail is heavy out of water. Currently, her siren form is as follows: A face bare of make up, enchanting silver eyes, tempting, full red lips, black fin-like ears, bluish grey long hair that starts to flutter without any wind once out of water, a sea shell bra, a transparent skirt studded with silver pearls at the waist and an obsidian black tail with gold spirals. Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored.

She didn't say what rank it was and Sirene and the five birds didn't fry further. Soheila and her friends' next destination is at a different cave for Hector and Sirene's spirit egg. Sirene and Hector wanted a sky spirit egg, and they are mostly in a cave. However, it is not easy to get the spirit egg of a bird because the mother of the spirit eggs might be guarding their spirit eggs. If not on a cave, they would find on a specific tall tree. Soheila said that sky spirit eggs were always on a cave or the tall trees.

The northern lights came to oversee the mission from the night sky, with aid of the full moon. If one stared into the aether long enough, they could see a winged woman, hovering in the air, a fairy to be exact, although they preferred to be called Seelie. Night vision goggles covered her eyes, and a Bluetooth headset covered her ears.

She jokes and I sense her anxiety but decided not to let her know and just smile at her. “With the power and faith entrusted to me, I present you, Pandora.” Selene announces raising her hands to the night sky and everyone cheers. The dome that raised when the ritual began was coming down in little snowflakes of light. I was amazed at everything around me. It was like I had another way to see life.