Sirens Lament Mga Nobela at Kwento

Landon. “Sirens, really??” I fork my hands in my hair, lingering there for a moment before taking it out with a puff of air. Rolling back my shoulders, I try to ease off the tension but I doubt I'll be able to fully relax until I'm certain I've eradicated all threats pointed at my mate. Speaking of, I hope she remembers the code to get herself out of there. Apparently, it's the sirens singing, washing the rogues into attacking us. It's freaking obvious when they won't stop attacking after over fifty of them died. Luckily, we managed to kill them all with little casualties on our side.

None had dared speak the name meant to wake it. But Sirelia did. She whispered: “Seren.” The urn erupted. Not with fire, but with everything Elara had tried to bury. Screams. Memories. Visions of old gods, of drowned kingdoms, of a bloodline cursed to repeat its ruin. The sky choked on it. The stars turned red. Raisa stumbled back, choking on wind that smelled of betrayal and centuries. “What did you do?” Sirelia’s smile was not cruel. It was sad. Final.

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.

They said, in unison, but snapped their heads the other way as if they heard something. Blaze was confused because he couldn’t see or hear anything besides the storm that was raging. The twins frowned squinting their eyes like they were trying to see something. Their eyes grew wide and they turned to Blaze. “You need to get back inside and have all your men stuff their ears with whatever you can find including the little ones, NOW!” They said. “What why? What’s going on? Who is it?” Blaze asked, confused. “You have Harpies and Sirens heading this way. They must be after the girl, for the bounty.” They said, as they pulled their weapons. “How is it possible that Sirens are here? They are some

Margaret said, and Sean smiled upon hearing it. "Of course, Mom. Don’t worry about that. I’ll take care of Hera, even willing to sacrifice myself," Sean replied. Hera, who had been quietly listening to their conversation, rolled her eyes and thought, "He really knows how to lie." ***

They were traced back as soon as they heard of a hostage of the Serena that they found hovering in her city, and after harsh torture, he confessed to them that they had found their queen that would lead them to victory against the vampires. The enmity between the Vampire and Serran families has been around since the beginning of the formation. Sirens are an amphibious family from the descendants of Satan, able to live in water and land. They hunt ships, navigators, and every living creature that dares to penetrate the Bermuda Triangle until this geographical feature for humans became one of the most dangerous places that it is impossible to cross, where no ship, plane, or even a submarine cr

To my chagrin, he throws his head back and lets out a boisterous chuckle. All I can do is stand there and tolerate his mocking amusement. After a few seconds, his laughter dies down to a few muffled cackles. He sniggers and shakes his head in bemusement. “Oh, luv, the things you should know. Well, let me educate you, my beauty. Sirens are rare supernatural creatures who can influence a being by using their voice. You can usually find them frolicking near the ocean. However, several centuries ago, they began to live and mate with humans. Unfortunately, the intermixing of human and siren blood meant more human children and fewer sirens.” He says with a look of disgust and continues. “Which bec

[SIRENA by Gloc 9] FERNANDO: Ako'y isang sirena Kahit anong sabihin nila ako ay ubod ng ganda Ako'y isang sirena Kahit anong gawin nila bandera ko'y di tutumba Drum na may tubig ang sinisisid Naglalakihang mga braso saki'y dumidikdik Drum na may tubig ang sinisisid Sa patagalan ng paghinga sa'kin kayo ay bibilib

I’m only kind to those I like. And I really like you. I thought the fabrics would make your Friday. Please accept them. Next message was sent three hours ago. I stand before you, But through opacity you see me. You know who I am, But you don't see who I am. It has been a torturous wait, In hell I burned my faith. I've ripped my hair And gouged mine eyes. Darkened my soul, For my life I despised. My palms I've powdered, For when I hold you next…

They were all written in a poetic way with perfume references. ‘When you said I was your favorite scent, was that also a lie?’ ‘You said I reminded you of blooming lilies and daisies during spring . You said you found me intoxicatingly beautiful. You said a lot of things. You promised.’ This one was lengthier, but it also had no signature or initials. It felt like I was intruding on a private moment between old lovers. My cheeks instantly turn red at the thought. Did grandmother have an old lover? Were they letters from my grandfather?