Doe Eyes Vs Siren Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

His eyes were dark, hungry, scanning every inch of my face like he wanted to swallow me whole. "I don't know what it is," he murmured, his voice sounding almost dazed. "Something about these oceanic blue eyes... they keep luring me in. You are a siren, Danny. A beautiful, lying little siren. I just hope you don't lure me to my death."

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.

In response, the siren giggled shyly while her glistening and dazzling turquoise tail with tapered ends magnificently kicked the water up and down. "Yes! Melpomene 'Nixie!" Melpomene murmured. "The last, living siren— daughter of NERIDA!" She whispered after making a dramatic pause to her utters. Her startling brown–green eyes pasted themselves on Amethyst's tensed body. "Your eye colour…something is different about you!" Melpomene said, revolving her face as she studied Amethyst— who at that time was looking back with the same amount of inquisitiveness.

You know when your mind sees something that is so utterly beautiful, so unworldly that it distinctively focuses on the pinnacle of its interest, zeroing in on that magnificent sight, having everything else blur in the background? That's what Nate's eyes did to me. The golden, caramel orbs locked on mine and it was all I could see. His eyes are red rimmed as if the surgery was still taken its toll but his face is bare and so responsive. The butterflies, the ones that have become paralyzed a few weeks back, twitch and flutter when Nate's pupils dilate and his clear, breathtaking eyes roam around my face before dropping down my body.

I tried changing the topics as I felt my body heated up at the conversation. Damn my hormones. It's been a while since I had sex and my dirty mind imagining Jenne on her large bed, pleasuring herself... Oh lord... "So, when it is big, can I play with it too?" "What? No... You can't, baby. This is for women. For grown-up ladies okay. Next time, don't take what, mommy, hold. Okay?" David pouted at me as he nodded his head nevertheless. "Okay." _________ Jenne's POV

I think I've come to be able to differentiate between their eyes too. Lucien—Soulless dead eyes that could turn loving, soft and longing in an instant—eyes that could melt one immediately. Naren—Always, never-changing hard, soulless, dark eyes that looked like they could kill you. Draven? I didn't know. To be updated. "Did you bring me here to say that?" I jerked out of my thoughts. "Of course, not." I shook my head with an awkward laugh. His eyes stayed on my face for a bit before dragging away with a frown. "Stop that."