Sirens Drawings Novels & Stories

He moved his pawn as he spoke. "I think you might be the first person to call me good." I admitted. "I guess compared to most other sirens you're more of a saint." He laughed, and I knew he was right. Some of these sirens pulled in the darkness in our beast. They stuck to the ancient ways of luring humans into the ocean, drowning them, and then feasting on their bodies. That's what we had seen on the shore that day. My father was there, but only to make sure that they weren't caught or recorded. He doesn't participate in those huntings.

He asks, eyes staring straight at me, and I instinctively raise my guard. "The one that looks like the mermaids. Yes?" I reply cautiously. "Yes and no." He shakes is head. "Mermaids are just lucid fantasies made by humans. They are actually just sirens." Oh.....like I wanted to know. "Do you know that the sirens have the strongest clans in the sea. Over thousand of years, many others including the vampires and the witches, even us lycans tend to prefer not to clash with them. They are pretty cruel creatures—but this is mainly because of their natural gift, as a blessing can also be—"

I sit back on my heels, the sandy floor of the cave cool beneath my fingers. Could it be the same woman? The thought of it runs a shiver through me, and I begin to draw on the cave's floor, my fingers tracing lines in the sand. The picture takes shape slowly. There's an eye, wide and unblinking, surrounded by a cascade of white hair that seems to glow even in the dim light of the cave. Veils drape around the figure, obscuring everything but the intense gaze that seems to pierce through the shadows. Around the central figure, I sketch other elements—abstract shapes that might be keys, or perhaps stars, their arrangement cryptic and deliberate. The entire drawing feels charged with eerie energ

My head clicked as I suddenly recalled reading about them back in the palace Library. They are called SIRENS. They are known to be despicable people in the kingdom. They were banished from the kingdom because of their cunningness and their dubious act of killing their prey by luring them in with their melody and their prey are only men. They relocated to rivers after they were banished and they started living there as their new home.

He smiled, “Go for it, babe. I know you’ll make them awesome.” I started on the basement nursery. I drew a dragon surrounding a howling wolf, with a harvest moon in the background. Then I walked to the first-floor nursery and drew a gold dragon flying with a blue sky and the gold sun in the background. In the second-floor nurseries, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three wolf cubs in one, I drew the Moon Goddess standing over three baby dragons in another, then I drew the Moon Goddess standing over two sleeping baby dragons and one sleeping wolf cub. Aidinth looked at each of the sketches and said, “Babe, these are amazing! I almost can’t wait to see what they’re going to look like afte

It was such a beguiling voice, almost hypnotic. "Fucking Sirens!!" Claus screamed. "All of you, Sirens ahead, close your ears." "We don't have to, right?" I looked at Marcus just to be sure. We couldn't touch or feel anything, could only hear and see stuff. "I don't think so. I've heard they are deadly creatures that make you delusional, luring soldiers to their destitution with their song." "Yeah, and beautiful on TV at least!" I strained my eyes to see them but could only see the fog. We were going deeper into their waters.

“Draw your sigil. I’ll hold the seam.” Eron knelt, chalk already in hand. Lyra and Mara moved to form a protective half-circle facing the water. Silas took a step closer to Ava. “If anything comes out of that river—” “I know,” she said. “You’ll cut it down.” The moaning sound rose, and the black current bulged as if something massive were pressing up from below. Eron’s hands moved in practiced arcs, chalk scratching faintly even over the hiss of the current. Lines and circles bloomed across the wet rock like frost, each mark glowing pale blue as he whispered the old words under his breath. Sweat dripped from his temples despite the cold.

And Elara drew. She drew constantly now, her sketchbook filling with images: Kaelan at the helm, his face carved by wind and sun; Althea sleeping, peaceful in a way she'd never been in the palace; Liam fishing, his concentration absolute; Sera at the tiller, her weathered hands guiding them toward freedom. She drew the sea in all its moods: calm and storm, dawn and dusk, infinite and terrifying. On the third evening, Sera called them together.

This thing in the drawing had been made to know things, and the man who drew it had wanted you to understand that at a glance. I turned one page. There was a second drawing, the same creature but opened up, a healer's teaching diagram of a body, lines pulling out to the side with a careful cramped writing beside each one that I couldn't read. In the corner, newer, in ink that hadn't browned yet, someone had drawn a small clean diagram of a jaw and a row of numbers, and under it three words in a hand I didn't know. "That's his," Fenris said. He'd been watching my face, not the book. "The southerner's. He did that last night, in my chamber. He looked at these for an hour and then he asked me f

I saw him lighting another candle. I took a deep sigh. “Are you-” “Is the scent not that nice?” He cut me off. “Better if you’ll stop lighting another one doc, we're not summoning some devils to have our ritual with that bunch of candles.” I crossed my legs comfortably before presenting the innocent eyes and seducing lips. I’m obtainable seductive and siren inside out, I want to finish this man right here, right now. When would they give me a signal to kill him now? I’m running out of patience, tsk. Doc. Jairo Black, what did you do to make them think you were an enemy?