Maybe I'll start with my least favorite? Sorry to all you Jacob fans, but I have never been a werewolf fan. I've tried reading Shiver, and Moon Called, but I just can't get into werewolves!
I love vampires, I dig the fallen angels (ahem, Patch, anyone?). But I think my favorite paranormal creature as of right now is sirens. I've never actually read that Siren book that's out there (anyone know if it's any good?), and in my novel Tears, I picture sirens different than the mermaid types from Greek stories I've seen out there. The ones that lure sailors and sink their ships.
Here's my version, a snippet from my story, Tears.
The sirens all disappear save one. She sails on the air toward me, a fierce, red bird, and I have to stab sense into my brain when she lands before me. I clear my throat and readjust my sweaty clothes.
She’s magic in and of herself, more beautiful than any human I’ve ever seen. The siren with Nattie last night wasn’t this spectacular. Vibrant red hair tumbles thickly down to her long legs and bare feet. Her gauzy wings pulse up and down as if breathing.
What am I doing? Where she’s a blossoming redvine tree, I’m a shabby piece of wood from an old discarded fence. She wears a green tunic and a sheer, shimmery covering embroidered with sparkles and leaves.
I can’t take my eyes from her wings. Their emerald blue weave is so intricate; it’s hard to tell they’re not wet.
“Either you don’t know where you are, or you wish to die.” Her voice is smooth and lovely and carries that eerie edge.
I keep her gaze in my own, though her pink, faceted eyes are difficult to look straight into. As much as I want to look at the ground instead of at her carriage of assurance, I keep my chin up.
“Where is Talon?” I ask, my chest fuming.
“Talon! Don’t play stupid. You took him, I saw it!”
Her long-lashed eyes glare at me. Do sirens still have emotion? I think Nattie said the spell didn’t affect them.
Anger fuels my muscles, wires through my tendons. “Are you going to give him back, or what?” I crack my neck to one side. Talon taught me enough today. I can fight her, can’t I?
Her jaw angles, but that’s the only thing on her that moves. The siren stands erect and dignified. She meets my gaze without falter. I stab my eyes into her twinkling ones, though it’s like trying to stare directly at the sun.
There it is. My version of sirens! What about you, what's your favorite paranormal creature?