Novel & Cerita Doe Eyes Vs Siren Eyes

“Not in that way.” Hearing that, Tyr met Zane’s eyes. There are those amber eyes again, intently gazing at him. Zane subtly gulped, feeling the looming tension once again. Tyr’s eyes travelled down his lips and unintentionally, Zane’s unique sweet pheromones emitted from his glands.

Each sight an invitation for pleasure. Qerev’nrys, was draped in no more than a veil of azure silk that parted to reveal the curve of her hip and the swell of her breast, commanding every eye. Her hair, a cascade of fiery red, tumbled past her waist, catching the light like a living flame. But it was her eyes that truly mesmerized people, a blend of crimson and molten gold, swirling with the intensity of her power.

"See her eyes! They're all types of fucked up!" Sidhe Eyes was what they called them, three rings of color around a pupil that most humans had to get surgery to achieve (and even then it was lacking). Sidhe Eyes were a trait only Elder Fae had, those born of royalty in either the Court of Moon and Shadows or the Court of Sun and Light. I doubted very much I was royalty—I had the food stamps to prove it—but, it didn't stop kids from picking on me all through my formative years up until I dropped out of college. Whatever the story was, the ancestor who'd gifted me my tri-colored gold, violet, and indigo, eyes was probably worm food by now. So no Scooby-Doo mysteries were solved here.

After my eyes were plucked out, I lay on the operating table with two empty sockets on my face, resembling that of a broken doll. Samuel Sterling felt no guilt. He picked up my eyes to examine them and praised them, saying, "Daeleen was right. These really are a beautiful pair of eyes! I promised you, Daeleen. I will make all your wishes come true." As the anesthesia's effect slowly wore off, I could not help but cry out in pain. Samuel finally turned his attention to me as if blaming me for interrupting his memories of Daeleen.

My braid fell over my shoulder and I caught his eyes with a deep gaze. “Is it my eyes? I've heard a lot about my eyes,” I mused. My almond shape was said to be a mirror to the soul- not mine but the person looking into them. Some have even said they look like the eyes of a siren, the kind you drown in and eventually loose yourself to because you looked for to long. “Not your eyes,” he bit down on his lip and pulled my braid between his fingers.

It feels soft and gentle. Amara gasps, her eyes looking right at me with wonder. “Holy cow Zoe, your eyes are glowing.” I place my hand on my face as if I can feel its glow. Then look down at the water and see my reflection. My eyes are glowing like a blue neon sign. They're large and shiny. I close them and open them in hopes that it's some kind of hologram, but they're still glowing like beacons. “I-I-I I've never seen them do this.” I stutter, horrified. Amara shrugs. “Maybe it's a Siren thing.” I gaze at her dubiously. “Okay, then why would they glow now?” Amara gestures to the pool. “Well, Sirens are water creatures. Maybe it's your way of telling you that the water is fine.”

Even before zeke’s voice rang out through the air from the mirror Damon carried like was some kind of cursed but prized relic. “Do not look her in the eyes, you fools,” Zeke hissed, his voice sounding as irritated as ever. “Do not listen to her for too long too. She’s a siren.” My heart started pounding but I kept my focus on her feet and the water that was lapping at the one. Damon on the other hand didn’t move and when I turned to look at him, his eyes were glazed like he was seeing something no one else but him could.

The bell's ring surfaces once more just as Rodin tries to turn around to see the situation unfold behind him. A full minute passes before the Siren enters the campsite in the same location where the trident entered. With the moon in full view, the shadow that once concealed its figure is now gone. The predator stands at almost seven-foot tall. Their long black hair is as thick as dreads, but they move like tentacles. Along the middle and ends of the dreadlocks are pierced jewels, a combination of rubies that look tribal. When their hair moves, the tendrils let out a hiss as if a rattlesnake is being provoked. As soon as that hiss surface, the creature turns its head to see the still and quiv

I heard lots of gasps, probably because most people here have never seen my eyes, they must be mesmerized. When my eyes went to my brother, he was very beautiful in a fancy navy blue and gold suit. His golden locks identical to mine were messy but still beautiful, and his eyes were as beautiful as rubies under the sunlight. He nodded to me while sitting in a taller chair than the one I was in. I looked at the materials they gave me and held the thin brush with black paint, then I began.

He watched fearfully as she fell to her knees in front of him, barely breathing when she reached up to brush the tips of her fingers across his cheekbones. "David... they... are beautiful" Dell stuttered out when she gazed into her mate's eyes. She saw ocean waves there, his eyes had turned blue, fluctuating between Mediterranean sea blue and the darkest blue, almost black, of the ocean at night. "Why would you ever hide them?" she asked as she watched the waves roll across his eyes, the pupils almost having disappeared.