Siren (Boyxboy)

Siren (Boyxboy)

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Sye is a troubled boy, he is sent to a boarding school famous for 'fixing-broken-kids.' Sye gets stuffed into the old library attic as a welcoming party. Finding an old book with a watch in it. A pink watch. With flowers and sparkles. In a flash, Sye is suddenly sitting near a werewolf asleep near a big cherry tree. Pink puffy wings on his back and tight clothes on. The werewolf awaking beside him. The WANTED exiled werewolf, Vinmir. Sye is now a Siren. Mythical and dangerous in every way. The voice, the innocent look, and the innocent act that all Sirens do. All except for Sye. The watch is now a tattoo on Sye's wrist. Leaving no way to return to Earth. An Elf recruits Sye into the Rogue Elven Army. Now Sye wants to uncover the Empire's reason for enslaving the Sirens. Why are they forcing them to sing? Why are they doing all this? Now the real adventure begins... (Warning: if you do not like manga style chapter parts that build up the story, then don't read it. Thanks.)
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Book 1 of Rewritten: The Inamorate Saga. The great reveal had been beneficial for some. Elves, particularly, with their beauty and grace and quiet manipulation of the world around them. They thrived in the light, able to infiltrate human structure with ease, carving out a place for their kind at the most crucial of times. Their leaders set down territory lines, segregating cities and even states for themselves, for the growth of their people. They flourished, building their empire on the backs of those withered beneath. Fae, however, didn't find such a foothold. They remained in the darkness, hidden away in the tangles of forest untouched by humans, trapped within their clans. The dark ages reigned through those woodlands, void of modern technology and any shade of defiance. Monarchs ruled, surrounded by warriors, enforcing their law upon the common people. Outside, there was talk of abuse, of forced subjugation, whispers from those fae that had made it, that had escaped. Salem had chosen to remain silent. Five years had passed, not a soul knew of the clan he had fled. He had a family, three brothers who had taken him in, who had chosen to house him rather than barter money for the purity he still held. There was a normality to the world, to the life that Salem had forged. There was no reason for change, nothing to draw him back into that inky abyss he had clawed out of. Nothing but a tree flowering ivory petals housed in the estate of one of the most influential elves in their city...

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