Siren Gaze Novels & Stories

“I monitored your movements for months. Every day I watched you glide through the water like some kind of water sprite. Like you were born to it, and I couldn’t look away. Were you a siren luring me to my destruction or my lighthouse in the storm?” Abby didn’t like that insinuation. He meant siren in that Sharon Nasari kind of way. “When I saw this statue in your bedroom, I felt uneasy, drawn to its alluring beauty. A calm deity in the face of the storm, standing steadfast in destructive winds.” His thumb ran over a wing. “Men are drawn to your calm; you’re the eye of the hurricane. Even my team has fallen at your feet, wanting to slay your dragons and to protect you.”

Calyx felt that's she's strong as well. Calyx glanced at his friend, Sirene. Sirene was now tall. Although not as tall as him, she's still taller than an average woman. Calyx knew that a lot had changed during those four years. She's still noisy like before. She's stronger, and the way she fights using something he doesn't know what to call. Sirene used a weapon that was not familiar to him. Every time Sirene clicked something, an explosion sound will come out. Sirene's hair was black as well as her eyes, but Calyx knew the true color of her hair and eyes. He looked at her wrist and saw the familiar bracelet that Sirene used to change her hair and eyes.

“The scent…” She brought her wrist to her face, where a few hours earlier, Appy had dabbed a drop of essential oil—Casablanca lily—a whim, a gesture to connect her to the clue. She pressed that same spot on her wrist against the screen. For a moment, nothing. Then, a soft, blue light scanned her wrist. A hidden mechanism whirred, and a different panel slid open, revealing not a keypad, but a shallow indentation, perfectly shaped for a human throat.

He took in a deep breath of her scent, lemon, flowers and cinnamon, which made his wolf want to rub against her enticingly. She moved her hand to slip out another weapon, but he caught it and pinned it to the tree, using his pelvis he pinned her to the tree, her right knee raised letting him fall right into her body. “Enough games” he growled, power radiating from his voice, but strangely she met his eyes, her eyes blue and flaming hot. Bryan was shocked she didn't seem intimidated by him despite the position she was in, Her facial expression sharp with rage, her glare threatening, but that did nothing more than ignited his arousal, and fuel his wolf need to bite this female.

I sat huddled behind the massive, iron-reinforced base of a dormant blast furnace, my laptop open in my lap, its screen the only source of light in my immediate radius. "Siren cycle initiated," I whispered into the comm-link, though I couldn't even hear my own voice over the roar. "The acoustic sensors are peaking. Enzo, they’re in the North Kiln. Four heat signatures, moving in a diamond formation. They’re using sonic dampeners on their gear, but the foundry’s resonance is feeding back into their comms. They’re blind and deaf for the next thirty seconds." "Copy," Enzo’s voice crackled through the static. He sounded like he was speaking from the bottom of a well. "Hold the frequency. Don't l

The air in the Kunlun Main Hall had ceased to be air; it was a pressurized sea of psionic energy and void-matter. The massive, blue-scaled hand of the Siren—Subject 003—gripped the edge of the fractured jade floor, her long, bio-luminescent hair swirling like a galaxy beneath the abyss. “Subject 003-Gamma: Resynchronization complete,” the AI’s voice echoed through the Navigator in Scarlett’s hand. “Psionic dampening field: Active.”

Siren was completely intoxicated by her scent, by the fierce, terrifying depth of the power she had just unleashed. Mine, Siren growled, his voice deep, a low rumble of awe vibrating through my bones. She is ours. Regardless of anything, the Moon Goddess gave her to us. We protect her. I know, I answered him, my chest heaving against hers as I stared down at her pale face. My pulse was racing, a chaotic mix of raw possessiveness and blinding dread. I know she’s ours, Siren. But…magic. Somehow, she wields old magic. And her eyes. That color...

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

Dramaux had arrived as usual to save Derek's life, who gave a big sigh full of great tranquility, when he noticed that the eyes of the jet had changed from a red to a lilac again. An elderly human entered that place. the jet said absolutely nothing, but when he noticed that he would touch her, he immediately appeared by her side and his eyes became threatening again, showing that he would not let him touch her without his permission, which made the old human felt really scared, because he knew very well who that vampire in front of him was, everyone knew it, everyone knew that in the kingdom of Ahnaria the king of all was in the place, and he was prowling the streets apparently looking for s

His cock stood hard and ready, twitching in the open air. Siren climbed over him in reverse cowgirl position. Her firm ass faced him as she lowered herself. The crowd behind the one-way glass had a perfect view of her perfect ass and his throbbing cock. She reached down and guided his tip to her entrance. Her pussy lips felt slick and warm as they brushed against him.