Siren Gaze Novels & Stories

Gideon pulled her waist, which instantly made Amelie's face blush. "Take care of your eyes. It's best not to look at things with a disgusting gaze for all the things that don't belong to you." Gideon stared at the big man with a piercing gaze. Instantly, the hair on the man's face stood on end. The lascivious gaze from earlier turned pale. The man repeatedly cleared his throat to drive away the fear, but it was always in vain. Gideon gave off a dark aura that could silence anyone who received his piercing gaze at that moment.

"Flight APG364 has just arrived in Atrexia, Melaindur." The same announcement came through—repeated thrice. Shivering in fear, she walked along the jet bridge with her shoulders hunched. Her eyes darted in indescribable panic as she looked at the men in black surrounding her. A helpless sigh escaped her cracked lips. Hands trembling, she fiddled with the black coat topped on her bruised, cuffed wrists. She flitted her gaze to the large glass windows, watching the flock of birds flying across the azure sky. Her sad, longing gaze was enough to say everything.

Chapter 17 The Siren hums once more, the sound resonating throughout the room. Her eyes are locked on to Liam, whose face contorts with pain. “Stop this!” I yelled. “Strangle him.” Liam moves towards Marcus, wrapping his hands around his throat. “I said stop!” I charge at the Siren, yet she backhands me, sending me flying across the room. Subsequently, she appears to direct the Siren´s call at me. Her eyes widen in surprise, as it doesn´t appear to have any effect on me.

drones. ​The drones began to emit a "Cloud of Confusion." To the Siren’s sensors, the Respiration didn't look like a ship; it looked like a harmless cluster of ice crystals, drifting aimlessly with the tide. ​They slipped past the first layer of Ice-Lances. The Dyson-Siren loomed ahead—a gargantuan, geometric spider of white-steel and pulsing gold light, anchored to a moon-sized fragment of the ring. ​The Core of the Siren

That smirk curled again. "I said… after." I groaned again, bitterly amused, for yes, of course, I would obey. I had no choice. I wanted to obey. Every part of me wanted to obey. But I rose, moving toward the bathroom, still hot and flushed, every nerve still alight, feeling him watch me, that possessive, unrelenting gaze that made me want to cum again just knowing he was looking. I swallowed hard, fixing my breathing. “Devin,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

I wanted them to have a chance to form a connection before I made my grand entrance just like I had done with Niklaus. I had already slipped into a black mini-dress that accentuated my curves. My long, black hair cascaded down my back in luscious curls, reaching past my waist. My makeup was understated yet effective - a subtle plum lip gloss and mascara to enhance my naturally long lashes. My Atlantian Rainbow eyes shone with a mesmerizing blend of purple, green, and aqua blue, speckled with gold twinkles that sparkled like tiny stars. But as I felt arousal stir within me, my eyes transformed into a deep, sultry purple and dark blue, my sparkles intensifying with a hypnotic effect. It was a

she whispered. My blood turns cold as I turn. Even while the sound is still present, something has changed. It appears as though she is losing control of this world as her body flickers, changing from a solid to a ghostly look. However, her eyes stay fixed on us, burning with rage. "You may have stopped me here, but this is far from over," said the glaring Siren. She vanishes in a flash of light before I can react, her laughter echoing throughout the tunnel.

It was another Sentinel—a lithe, female-form hybrid whose skin was a shifting mosaic of iridescent scales. "Sentinel 04: The Siren," Aris warned. "She doesn't use force. She uses—" Before Aris could finish, the Siren slammed her palm against the glass. A wave of violet frequency rippled through the cockpit. It wasn't a physical strike; it was a psychic assault. Jade gasped, her knees buckling. The silver light in her eyes flickered violently. "She’s... singing... to the Hive Mind inside me..." Caspian felt the Siren’s frequency trying to tear his mind from his body. It felt like his brain was being scrubbed with sandpaper. But instead of pulling away, he leaned into the link with Jade.

The Sirens are near the Tungsten river bend, their illusions thin before dawn. “Form into three wings,” Ligon commanded, his tone a blade of calm steel slicing through the murmurs. “At the faintest hint of a song, you seal your ears and your hearts alike. No one speaks unless spoken to. We find the Sirens and silence them so completely that their throats will fear to dream of melody again.” Valia stood beside him, her hair coiled high like a crown of shadow, eyes glimmering in the torchlight with cool curiosity. “You place such faith in Glacy’s word?” she asked, no envy in her tone, only a keen interest.

I’ll let Goddess Nature decide for me one day. During my bitter thoughts, movement ripples through the waters and I drop my held little-so-basic-magic, causing more sloshing movement. Beads of water splash over my face, and I squint into the sun before the green-skinned siren pops her head into view. Her strands of mossy emerald hair act as a curtain around me, bringing the sharp angles of her face into view. Her black eyes blink at me, my reflection daunting and dirty in the shine of her gaze.