Siren Head Picture の小説・ストーリー

Her laugh was like a song as expected of a siren. She climbed to the smooth floor and sat with a little difficulty. Her tail is heavy out of water. Currently, her siren form is as follows: A face bare of make up, enchanting silver eyes, tempting, full red lips, black fin-like ears, bluish grey long hair that starts to flutter without any wind once out of water, a sea shell bra, a transparent skirt studded with silver pearls at the waist and an obsidian black tail with gold spirals. Her tail fin is very wide and grey colored.

She had only one, which meant this was a signature scent. His eyes landed on the small statue sitting in front of the mirror. The only knickknack on display. It meant something to her. A small replica of the ancient Hellenistic sculpture called the Nike of Samothrace, depicting a figure of a woman fighting against a strong sea breeze, draped garments flowing in the wind. The pose drew him in, evoking a graceful balance between fierce motion and steadfast stillness. Possible parallels to Evans were disturbing. He turned it over, noting the Louvre sticker pasted underneath before placing it back and finally reaching behind the white dresser for the microphone. ***

"Who is Egon and are you truly sirens, am I really one?" "Yes." The woman's green eyes glowed under the moonlight and Maris admired them. "Egon is our leader for now, since we lost you." "We?" "Sirens. Look at this," she pointed at her wrist and Maris noticed it had the same symbol as hers. A full stop surrounded by six commas just like the sun. "It's a prove we're sirens from the Criadora kingdom." The siren pinched herself and rubbed ever slowly on the symbol and Maris winced, glancing down at her own wrist to see her symbol glowing yellow.

This is a nightmare. “I said stop.” Firmer this time. She smirks like she thinks this is foreplay. I catch Cara glancing over mid-autograph and her eyes flick from me to this girl, her expression unreadable but sharp. Great. Just what I need. Cara seeing me get mauled by a fan like a fucking zoo animal. The girl steps closer, running her fingers along the chain at my throat. “Relax. You’re so tense. I bet you’re fun when you loosen up—”

"Look what you've done! You've hurt her hand! How could you be so careless?" He shoved me aside and rushed out with Elara to find a doctor. I fell back against the glass coffee table, the impact jarring. And then, a strange, cold pain bloomed across my back. I felt my skin... tear. It was then I remembered the doctor's words from my last check-up: "You carry the Siren's Gene, Isla. It could manifest at any time." As my vision blurred, my own blood pooling on the pristine white floor, I finally understood.

Terrified. She screamed. She fell unconscious as she saw the unfamiliar figure with fresh blood on the corners of his lips, the color of his eyes was completely black. The man has two horns that adorn the right and left above his head, not very visible but enough to attract attention. How can a siren creature have horns like the horns of a demon? And that scary face managed to make Marion so shocked that she lost consciousness.

“Visitors?” “Yes,” Sasha says carefully. “Two members of the council. They insist it’s urgent.” I exchange a glance with Lucian. Urgent is never good. “Who?” Lucian demands. Sasha steps aside, and two figures glide into the chamber. The first is tall and lithe, hair black as ink and eyes the color of the ocean at night. A siren, I recognize the aura before I even register the ripple of water trailing faintly at her heels. Lady Meris, one of the oldest sirens on the council.

Her head snaps in my direction and her singing stops. “Don’t stop. That was beautiful.” I say gruffly. “Stay away.” She shouts, even her speaking voice is deep and raspy. I see her pointy little teeth and her coal-black eyes, her Siren is in control. Her iridescent blue tail slaps the water in a warning. Normally, Sirens would be all for leading a man to their watery death, but not before claiming their bodies to sate their carnal desire. This Siren is different though because she’s mated. I step closer, and a hiss releases from her lips, and I know I only have minutes before she starts chanting to make the water do her bidding. I make a mad dash to the lake, my tiger, Hugo, urging me to go

Doyen complied and lay on the soft ground, his eyes guarded but willing to trust the human. The scene changed once again, this time the siren lay against Ace drawing small circles on his naked chest... While his face looked calm, there was a tenseness to his shoulders which was visible to all the shifters who were not le watching and the way his jaw was clenched belied his fury. But when the siren looked up at him, it was all gone. They heard the siren speak," You promise that you will follow me everywhere if I am able to free myself from the bonds of my mistress?"