Siren Gaze Novels & Stories

All the people stepped aside to let the woman pass and get to the front of the circle of onlookers, and once she made it through, she was as surprised as everybody else with the image before her eyes. She had a real siren right in front of her. Marina stayed still the whole time keeping her head down, listening to the people around her talking to each other; but when the voices stopped, she raised her head and looked at the crowd surrounding her: there were many men and two girls who looked like her except they did not have a fishtail. Marina looked at every single person trying to understand what was going on, and when she laid her eyes in one of the girls she was mesmerized, as she was one

He started to leave, together with his other brothers but his eyes never left mine. As I looked at him, I can see his crystal eyes and his face clearly with the help of the moonlight. He was so handsome. I felt a different kind of connection as I looked at him beneath the light of the moon. His gaze was like a magnet, as he walked away, I can also feel half of myself walking away from the other half. I can't explain this kind of feeling. What is happening? HECTOR POV

Fair showing up right following to him all of a sudden? Maybe the haze had played traps with his vision. He looked back over his bear and at that point rapidly forward once more, not needing her to capture him gazing. But her head was down, her forehead wrinkled as she concentrated on observing where she was strolling so she wouldn’t trip.

rearranged. The spiral no longer glowed from below it projected upward now, thin threads forming lines A weavepath. But not one from modern records. “You’re forming a broadcast,” he said, stunned. “I’m not forming it,” Siran replied. “It’s using me as a bridge.” “To who?” She turned, eyes glowing faintly. “Anyone who remembers their name in silence. “What does that mean?” Before she could answer, he saw it. Far on the horizon, in the direction of the long-silenced western fields a faint glow.

sensor on Ethan’s wrist. He didn't move a muscle, but his "Calculating" focus returned instantly. His "Piercing Blue Eyes" shifted toward the darkened window where the snow was piling up against the glass. Something had moved in the "Dead-Zone"—something that didn't have a "Heat-Signature" for Aria's scanner, but possessed a "Kinetic" intent.

My skin feels as though it is being pierced by a thousand frigid needles. I hungrily gasp for air. My tightened lungs expand despite the pain. My eyes flutter around as I try to focus on the blurry objects. I hear a voice. I try to catch onto it, searching through the blurry shapes around me.

he growls. Before he could reach out to me,my mind was already clouded,then suddenly,the power snapped inside me. My Siren-eyes gleam like moonlit whirlpools. When I turned my gaze to Humphrey, I didn’t see him, all I saw was a threat to be destroyed. I threw a wave at him. He ducks. I had no idea what was going on but the power was controlling me! Before I could think of how to snap out of it,my lips began to move as I sing under my breath,a vibration that makes the birds fall quiet and the air grow cold.

They needed to teach these humans a lesson or they would never stop. In her anger Norma sang a war siren, one that was beautiful and pleasant to hear but those who heard it could not help but feel sad. They did not know what the siren meant as there were no words they could understand but it pulled at their heartstrings making them feel sad and vulnerable. They stopped what they were doing and listened. One would have to be heartless if they did not feel sad when they heard that siren. It was a war cry, Norma chose the siren because it spoke of how blood should spill to cleanse bad deeds.

She muttered as she aligned the criss cross mark of her sniper scope to the head of the terrorist with the gun. She held her breadth and pulled the trigger at the same time when he raised his rifle to shoot the third captive. The gun fell from his hand first before the man followed. There was panic amongst the other two who looked around in confusion. One of the men made a dash to the fallen weapon of his comrade but she followed him swiftly, the criss cross mark of her sniper moving behind her new target till her focus point was centered on his chest, then she pulled the trigger. A second later, the man was flying backwards in the air before landing on the floor motionless.

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.