Syrena Philip Novels & Stories

And there he was. Philip strode along the cleared path. Despite being young, he looked every bit like one of Adrian’s special warriors: tall, built, eyes scanning the treeline like trouble was seconds away. But I knew better. I knew how those shoulders felt under my hands, how his control cracked when I pushed the right buttons. Celia slowed, shooting me a nervous glance. “Should I wait here, my lady?” “Yes. Stay out of sight behind those stacks of firewood. Cough out loud if anyone heads this way.”

Philip nodded and bared his neck in submission to Ryder. “Philip, good to meet you.” I greeted, “this is my dad, Draven and my brother, Ryker RedFang.” “Connor!” Raden squealed, “is he your mate?” She asked pointing at Philip. “Yes, Philip, this is Ryle’s little sister, Raden.” He hugged her. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” Philip smiled at Raden. “It’s nice to finally meet you.” What are you doing here? Did you come to watch sissy kick some butt?” she asked, bouncing on her toes.

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

"Scarlett." ******

As Selena and I continued to where we were going, the maids kept calling at me. We arrived at the tailor’s workshop. Philip, the tailor, was a Beta wolf in his mid-thirties. According to what Selena told me about him, he had worked in the palace as a tailor all his life. But he had only been an assistant to his father until his father passed away. His voice was warm when he welcomed us with a smile. "Princess Elva," he greeted, "I've been so eager to meet you. Please have a seat." I sat down and watched Selena staring at Philip like she was surprised he had done something wrong.

RYLEE I gritted my teeth, the nerves that Sarcana must have reaching out to me, she must be feeling very desperate to take a step like this. This was an opportunity I knew I could not pass up, a chance to see the mighty Sarcana on her knees. "Something's come up, I have to leave," I said to Philip. He looked at me with those empty eyes of his but he said nothing. "Wherever it is you are going, make sure you return on time. You don't want to cause us any delay at all," Damien warned.

"If you say so." "Uh, what's your name?"Serena asked. Philip smiled brightly. "The name's Philip, but you can call me Phil," he said, bending his head and tipped his imaginary hat. "It's a pleasure to meet you." "It's very nice to meet you too, Phil," she said, smiling a little.

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.