The siren survivor

The siren survivor

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"A siren has one job to lure, mate, kill and multiply, and that is exactly what I couldn't do." -Rain Blue. Rain Blue is back on the water after years of paralysis due it a horrible accent that occured when she was only 10 years of age. Now after years of being in bed, physical therapy and training she is now able to go out and the water and hunt for a man. The age for a siren to start doing this is usually sixteen but due to her case she had started a bit late. When she goes out on the water she is to lure a pirate into the ocean with her singing voice, she does this but then seeing him, she couldn't kill him, she just couldn't, it was like she was paralyzed all over again. ******* I froze as I looked into his ocean blue eyes, he looked so frightened so vulnerable. He couldn't move as I had used a paralysis spell on him. He looked at me with complete and utter fear in his eyes, that in my heart I wished would look at me with complete and utter love and adoration. But here I was going to mate with him and kill him. It's my destiny and I can't. ******* Rain Blue a siren of the Atlantic ocean and James Trafalgar the cold captain of one of the best pirate crews out there. Lets see how there Love story will end. Read to find out more.
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  • The Captain and Siren

They told me my voice was a curse. A song too sharp, too sweet, too deadly. Ships sank for me. Angels wept for me. Monsters knelt at my feet. But one night, I sang-and the Devil came. He didn't fall. He smiled. Beautiful. Terrifying. A man carved from shadows and fire. He said my voice didn't just tempt men. It tempted Hell itself. And now? He wants me. Not my song. Not my power. Me. The more I resist, the harder he presses-taunting me, burning me, drowning me in him until I don't know if I want to kill him or kiss him. I should be afraid. I should run. But every time he whispers my siren, my blood turns to flame. I sang, and the Devil answered. And I don't think I'll survive his love.

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