Novels by Neph Kratos

A day has passed since I saw that man, but here I was, still thinking of what I saw. He was a siren, wasn't he?Ever since I started college as a Marine Biology student, it has been planted in our minds that creatures like sirens and mermaids were just made by figments of people's imagination. There was no scientific proof they were real, and their phenotype (physical traits) could not coincide with the concepts of genetics and evolution.Recalling what I learned in our speciation topic, only individuals of the same species can mate and reproduce. Although there were some instances wherein an interspecific sexual behavior could be observed between different species, their offspring usually becomes a hybrid that cannot reproduce and, in most cases, die immediately.So, I kept thinking, how the hell were sirens real? A silly thought came to mind, perhaps people and fishes mated in the past? No, that certainly was not the case because, first of all, humans and fish

I used to be afraid of watching the sea at night. Every time I looked at its body of water which became a temporary replica of darkness, waves of horrible thoughts would come surging inside my head. It made me think of series of possible dangers that lie beneath the ocean's abyss.Well, that was a long time ago, or at least, that was until light completely turned itself off from my life when my parents died. Since then, the darkness I hated the most became my solace, and the terrifying body of water was now giving me a sense of comfort.I was sitting above a huge rock with my left arm placed around my knees. Right now, I was at the coast where scads of stones and dead coral reefs were present. No one liked to visit here because of how eerie this place would feel at night, except me.I extended my right arm down to feel the cold seawater. The heat inside my body escaped from me, but the cold was nothing compared to the pain I was feeling now. I moved my hands and