Sirens Drawings Novels & Stories

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.

"Then what is this?" Evander demanded, holding up the sketch he had taken from behind Senna’s back. Senna’s eyes widened with panic as she reached for the drawing. "It’s nothing, just a doodle! Give it back!" she pleaded, trying to snatch it from Evander’s grasp. "Really? If it’s nothing, why are you so anxious?" Evander retorted sharply, flipping the paper over to examine it.

Blood lust is the only thing the room could feel, one of those arrogant sirens his mate, how absurd, he feels no connection with any of them rather than wanting to tear them apart. “Sirens?” Arnoux asks, bringing Dean’s anger and bloodlust down, “in land, I haven’t seen any since her majesty the siren queen died.” “For good reasons, I think they should stay at sea,” Dean snorts, “they are savage creatures.” “You really need to fix your darn attitude; your mate could be a siren.” He sighs thinking about the possibilities of one of those sirens being his mate, if it is true, it better not be that Avisa girl, even her name makes his heartbeat fast, with anger he assumes.

But whatever Nathaniel was trying to say, their conversation was interrupted when Alisa suddenly flashed a piece of paper between them. “What is it, baby?” Serena asked. It was a drawing of a... family. The drawing wasn’t perfect. The figures were made of uneven circles and stick limbs. Faces were little more than dots and crooked smiles. Yet everyone was holding hands, clustered close together behind a big house. There was a mom, and… a dad. In between were two youngsters, clearly representing Bastin and Ali. “Mommy, I made that too,” Sebastian said, pulling out his own drawing and flashing it to both Serena and Nathaniel. “Look, Daddy.”

It was the conjuring of one with a small imagination. “We’re in the desert,” said Ilyria, “So let’s see some desert.” And then she used her glamour. She conjured up a desert of rippling gold sands beneath an indigo sky. The sky sparkled with a million stars, that moved continuously in spiralling patterns. She rolled the sand around them, a protection of dunes as high as mountains. The sirens she clad in cloud silks in hues of blue ranging from the deepest midnight to the palest desert spring. She opened her eyes. As she had hoped, the sirens had become completely besotted with themselves. They twirled and played with their magnificent dresses, their faces lit up with smiles that made them se

Already on my way. She got home at six thirty to find them at the kitchen table. Seren was conducting what appeared to be a comprehensive introduction of all her drawings, not just the recent ones, the full archive, going back to what looked like early attempts at bears and what Darian was apparently identifying seriously as if they were significant works. He looked up when she came in. Seren did not look up. She was mid-explanation of a drawing that appeared to be a dog or possibly a cloud. "This one is Gerald," she was saying. "He's a bear but in this picture he looks like something else because I was still learning circles."

Asteria laughs, holding her belly. “Sharks and other predators. Gods above, the sirens are an apex predator. In both the water and on land. Animals on land and in the sea know this. The sirens create balance. We only hunt what we need. The sirens don’t need to use nets to catch the fish. In fact, we don’t need to use spears.” She tells him as he eats at her desk and she tucks into her food too. “Explain.” I say and they both look up and she smiles at me, putting her food back down.

Just let m help you Siren, let me turn your art to something beautiful,” handing me a piece of paper. I hesitantly took it from her hand. “You are not alone,” I unfolded the piece of paper with familiar drawing. It was a drawing of a baby inside a sunflower. In fact it was Chu. “Think about it,"

They would meet their deaths at the hands of the Siren sisters. She looked over to Alex, her red eyes had darkened to an almost black and her canines were protruding from her mouth, piercing her lips, she gave Thea a silent nod in agreement. Following the de-branding ritual, the power binding spell definitely paled in comparison though, it was a welcomed change. Neither Thea, nor Penny or Alex could’ve witnessed Lissa in that much pain again. They all sat huddled on the sofas as they sipped their tea. Penny has made the most fragrant combination she could think of in an attempt to disguise the smell of burnt flesh.

Of course, there are so many others in here admiring the artworks. “This is…” I start, but Michael completes it. “Erotic.” I blush hard. “I’d say sinful. A very sexy, sinful artwork.” I study the drawings starting from the one with a woman shoving a dildo into her big pussy, her face scrawled with desire, and her mouth dropped open to her chest. I move to the next with the drawing of an older man with his cock in hand while his seeds drip from his crown like droplets of water. There’s one with two teenage girls on their knees, their hands bound as they suck a cock from a glory hole.