Siren Gaze Novels & Stories

Amelia called out. A lithe figure darted from the ship's rigging, her aquamarine eyes alight with arcane energy. Marina, the siren of the seas, lifted her arms, and a torrential spout of water blasted from her palms, propelling a serpent back into the abyssal depths. Her voice, a weapon of its own, wove a disorienting melody, ensnaring the creatures’ senses and leaving them vulnerable.

I take a deep breath and await my judgment. Our eyes meet. I stare at the male siren; he stares back—time ticks by slowly until it seems to stop entirely. Violent electricity zaps between us like a tropical storm, the same kind I experienced with Hayden the first time we met, and I part my lips. "You got to be fucking kidding me..." Having nothing else to look at, I study the male siren's predatory and sharp-angled face. The siren isn't pretty like Hayden's merman form, but scary with entirely black eyes.

Silen. He’s sitting at the edge of the indoor fountain, long legs stretched out, dark blue hair dripping water down his shoulders. He hums softly to himself, a sound too beautiful for this cursed place. The melody winds through the air like smoke, softening everything it touches. It is a song that only a siren could produce. Bubbles immediately flattens her ears. I scoop her up before she can hiss. “Behave,” I whisper. Silen looks up when I approach, his eyes look like the ocean before a storm. “Morning, Aria,” he says, voice smooth as the song he was just humming. “You survived the night, I see.”

Being alone, unable to walk, these halls freak me the fuck out almost as much as the people filling them. With Piper in view, I can tell by the look on her face things are not going as planned. Her skin is a purplish red, her eyes slightly squinted, and a vein is bulging in her forehead. Someone has pissed my wife off, and I'm thankful it wasn't me. When we make eye contact, all signs of irritation wipe clean, her face softens, the color begins to return to normal, and her eyes fill with love. There's only a slight trace of the vein that gives her away.

Marina says as her skin begin to turn a blueish green. Her injured leg is discolored from the rest of her, and I make the mental note that sirens don't have fast healing even when they are in contact with their power source. Octavius- Jannah, return home. Garrett. Lucifer. Kohn. Cole. Brandon. Parker. We will be traveling with the siren. The rest of you stay right here. The siren will be back to get you. I step into the water, and the wolves I chose to come with me follow. Marina watches us and nods when she sees I relayed the message.

It was the sound of the void, the note that existed before the first "Let there be light." A total =A Siren ⋅sin(ωt)+A Void ⋅sin(ωt+π) In the air, the two waves met. The Siren Note was a structured, crystalline weapon; Xander’s counter-melody was a chaotic, crushing weight. Where they collided, the air physically cracked. Sparks of blue and gold lightning arced between the pillars, and the quartz walls began to spiderweb with fractures.

The bolt explodes with a purple energy that matches the same sound as thunder. The arm in which the siren caught the shaft rips half in an upright fashion. Their left eyes are blown off and their face, left side of their torso and legs are ripped in the same fashion. There body falls to the forest floor almost instantly dead but in that same moment, the other talking siren reacts just as fast. The trident in the tree slams in her right hand and now with the blood of her sister upon her visage, she charges in the void of the forest only to be meant with a terrifying roar of a panther. Meanwhile, one of the sirens that holds Togin still releases him and draws her trident. Once she does the rin

The high-frequency siren was a physical blade, carving through the air of the penthouse. Elara’s vision swam, but her instincts honed by generations of Vane hunters took over. She didn't reach for a panic button; she reached for the silver stylus in her blazer.

The black-clad Cleaners dropped their weapons, their electronic headsets emitting a high-frequency tone that forced them to their knees. The silver-fox chopper of the Corsairs touched down in the center of the wheat field. Siren stepped out, her cybernetic eye glowing a fierce, frantic violet. She looked up at Julian on the roof, then at the barn, which was now pulsing with a rhythmic, amber light. "You did it, Thorne," Siren shouted over the dying whine of the engines. "You brought a goddess into a basement. Do you have any idea what you’ve just handed the world?"

Though a desire to confront her coursed through Xanthe's veins, she suppressed it with resolve, deeming it inconsequential. "You dare cast those eyes upon me?" Eirene's voice cut through the air, filled with a warning as she propelled herself forward, her strides purposeful. "Your methods differ from mine, and that is undeniable. But mark my words, should you ever fix that frosty gaze upon me again, I will not hesitate to tear away that privilege of sight. You should know this is what I can do, I have nothing to lose."