Sirens Drawings Novels & Stories

“I monitored your movements for months. Every day I watched you glide through the water like some kind of water sprite. Like you were born to it, and I couldn’t look away. Were you a siren luring me to my destruction or my lighthouse in the storm?” Abby didn’t like that insinuation. He meant siren in that Sharon Nasari kind of way. “When I saw this statue in your bedroom, I felt uneasy, drawn to its alluring beauty. A calm deity in the face of the storm, standing steadfast in destructive winds.” His thumb ran over a wing. “Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.”

Chapter 39 It had been a while since Selene checked Elenar’s drawing book, and when she did, her eyes were filled with fear. Her hands trembled as she tried to decipher the message between each symbol. “Flames, swords, smoke, blood, war.” Every single drawing pointed towards war, and Selene’s heart became tense. “I have to warn Killian. War is coming, and it does not look good.” Selene waited patiently for Killian to return home before she showed him the symbols that Elenar had drawn.

Miles asked, eyeing the content on the table. “Well, if there’s one thing I’ve come to learn,” Mrs Sirenio said clasping her hands together. “You two have a lot in common, you could probably be mistaken for twins,” Miles and Ludo scoffed. “We’re not the same,” they both said. “I’m talking,” Mrs Sirenio says, giving them a look that immediately shut them up. “Right. I know that you two are very artistic, so…” she grabbed a sheet of white paper, giving it to them. They groaned, slumping in their chairs. It’s comical, seeing bratty Miles. “If you don’t want to talk, how about you draw instead? Just don’t think about it. Grab a pencil, clear your mind and just…go with it,”

Avery P.O.V I sometimes didn't understand why I drew things that didn't make sense, but I did it; it was a part of me being a witch-siren because of my mother's side. I was staring at what I drew, and I was still trying to figure out why I did this? When I was thinking about what and why I drew the beautiful girl with platinum blonde hair and the guy with Midnight blue. When I heard his voice. "Hey, sweet cheeks! Nope, it's just you!" He said, laughing. I looked at him when I saw the smile on his face, and then I looked down and started tearing out the paper. I started putting it away before he saw it.

Azriel commanded in an utterly casual tone of voice, as if he were only showing a drawing of a natural landscape. Isolde, with trembling fingers, turned the paper to the second page. There, the strokes of the drawing were far more bold and wild. There appeared a sketch of Isolde sitting leaning back with her pair of plump legs forced wide apart. Azriel's head was depicted as buried between the mounds of Isolde's large breasts, as if nursing greedily there. Not stopping there, one of Azriel's hands in the drawing appeared to grope downward, with detailed fingers depicted as penetrating Isolde's sensitive vagina area.

She touched one drawing. "This is the river. This is the buildings. This is the chamber." She moved her hand along the progression. "This is the arrivals. All of it, drawn, in order." She stopped. "And then this." Aria crouched down. The drawing at the end of the sequence was different from the others. Not architectural. Not geographical. Not the specific practical diagrams Elena had used for the physical preparations. A circle. Inside it, two figures. One large. One very small.

"That's what Mama tells me. Be brave even when it's hard." Darius's composure wavered. I watched his jaw tighten, his hands clench briefly before relaxing. "Your mother is very wise." "I know. She knows everything." Soren pulled a folded paper from his pocket. "I drew something. Want to see?" "Very much." Soren unfolded it carefully. Two stick figures—one large, one small. Both smiling. "That's me and Mama. It's just us two. A pack of two." Darius's hands trembled as he took the drawing in. I saw him struggle to keep breathing normally, his eyes fixed on those two simple figures.

We are talking about the sirens. Just like humans, there were many different types of sirens: males and females who took pride in their fish tails of different shapes and colours; and among all of them, there was one that stood out the most, thanks to her beauty, pale skin, bright aquamarine tail and vibrant pink hair. Her name was Marina.

"The siren is a liar, Amber. I watched the dragons, remember? I watched them along with the fairies. There were very few dragons that didn't like the fairies. Sirens didn't interact with the dragons and moved between the realms secretly. None of the sirens appeared friendly with the dragons. Furthermore, no one is starving. Currently, the dragons are at war. The few remaining dragons who hated the fairies are losing, but no one is starving. There are more than barren lands in that realm. The siren who spoke to Sara didn't say a single word of truth. You are a kind soul, Amber...but that kind soul could cause devastation to the Earth. You need to find this siren discreetly. We need to know wh

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.