Sirens Drawings Novels & Stories

In the Beastman World, Sirens were similar to the half-human, half-fish mythological creatures we called mermaids in my previous life, but their aggressive forms were quite monstrous compared to the mermaids I knew. According to the elders, their passive forms were undoubtedly the most attractive for any female. They look human with beautifully colored scales surrounding some parts of their body—scales that cover up their private body parts, creating the illusion of a piece of clothing. Their eyes resemble the colors of different types of pearls and gems. The colors of their scales were vibrant and beautiful. Their hair was long and could sometimes be mistaken for that of a female. They have

No wonder Killian couldn’t look me in the eye this morning. I reach for the sketch pad Elara left by the nightstand. My fingers tremble, but I grip the pencil like it’s my lifeline. I don’t even think, I just draw. Symbols. Circles. Eyes with fire spilling from them. A wolf with a shattered spine. A crown that burns. A clock with no hands. My hand stops only when I notice the paper trembling beneath my touch. Not from me. From the floor. A low vibration hums through the wood. Like a warning.

The stars began to fade, but the lights of the mortal city below burned bright and steady, each one a promise of the day to come. Lysander picked up his sketchpad and drew one final image – Eirene standing beside the olive tree, her hand on its bark, the first light of morning painting her in gold and silver. He knew that this drawing would be one of his greatest works, not because of its technical skill, but because it captured the very essence of what they were building – a world where the eternal and the fleeting, the divine and the mortal, the ancient and the new all came together in perfect harmony.

The grunt gulps as he sees the first of many sirens walking out of the sheer and utter blackness. There are two waves of these monsters, the first is trident users but unlike being on the attack their weapons are holstered behind their backs in a more tribal manner. They have leather straps that attach to their back that hold their weapon in place. Their tentacle hair and most of their faces are covered with a black hood. This six-stand shoulder to shoulder and face the four soldiers upon the horses. In unison, they step onto the clearing, and as soon as their flesh meets the solid ground, the horses buck and yelp. The soldiers on the horses are quick to calm down the beast. The four get off

“No. But I think… they’re afraid of me too.” --- Theron had begun to draw. He filled scrolls with spirals, flame symbols, sigils no tutor had shown him. Some matched the ones in the Flame Temple ruins. Others? Unknown. One drawing stood out. It showed two thrones: one of fire, one of moonlight. And between them, a figure in chains. The figure looked like Selene. --- Selene stared at the image long after Theron had run off to play. Kael appeared beside her. “She’s still the light,” he said softly.

Sirens were the only ones with the power to compel. "Yes. The stream is connected to a river. Maybe she was just a young siren wanting to explore." Luciana nodded. "I want to use the library." Raziel shook his head. Knowing how curious she could be, he didn't bother to talk her out of it, not like he had any reason to. "Fine." Luciana's study showed her what she already knew of the sirens. They had brightly colored hairs, they have the power to manipulate, they are very seductive in nature and some other things.

she said as she picked up her drinks and handed them to the customers. “What do Sirens smell like?” I asked, feeling curious. “Fucking flowers. Hibiscus to be exact, but still flowers. Gives me a headache.” With that, she turned and walked down the bar to another customer, and I finished filling my orders and went back out to deliver them.