Novel & Cerita Siren Gaze

"Who is Egon and are you truly sirens, am I really one?" "Yes." The woman's green eyes glowed under the moonlight and Maris admired them. "Egon is our leader for now, since we lost you." "We?" "Sirens. Look at this," she pointed at her wrist and Maris noticed it had the same symbol as hers. A full stop surrounded by six commas just like the sun. "It's a prove we're sirens from the Criadora kingdom." The siren pinched herself and rubbed ever slowly on the symbol and Maris winced, glancing down at her own wrist to see her symbol glowing yellow.

Marcus grabs my waist and pushes me behind him, “Your highness.” He did a bow-like gesture. “What are you doing?” Marcus opens his mouth to say something but doesn’t. “ And do not even think about lying. Your job was to stay hidden and to keep your eyes on her.” The purple eyes slowly faded to gold and Marcus sighed.

It was the conjuring of one with a small imagination. “We’re in the desert,” said Ilyria, “So let’s see some desert.” And then she used her glamour. She conjured up a desert of rippling gold sands beneath an indigo sky. The sky sparkled with a million stars, that moved continuously in spiralling patterns. She rolled the sand around them, a protection of dunes as high as mountains. The sirens she clad in cloud silks in hues of blue ranging from the deepest midnight to the palest desert spring. She opened her eyes. As she had hoped, the sirens had become completely besotted with themselves. They twirled and played with their magnificent dresses, their faces lit up with smiles that made them se

"I'll make sure everything he built remains standing, Uncle. And I'll make sure the one who killed him gets what they deserve." "Don't be reckless. Your safety is still the priority," Luke reminded her, making Sirena nod. Sirena stared at her reflection in the mirror. She looked stunning in a bold yet elegant red evening gown. Her makeup was subtle, and she had prepared a gold eye mask. She was going to the auction to find out David's true intentions in inviting her. The room felt silent as Sirena gazed at her determined reflection in the mirror. The red gown highlighted her confidence, with its daring yet elegant cut. The finishing touch was the gold mask on her dressing table, ready to com

"Wha-holy shit! Your eyes are glowing!" 'She's using her siren voice to help keep troops energized and inspired. Siren's eyes glow when they're using it.' "HELL YEAH!!" Furo still jumped around, as if he was in a mortician's ball pit of corpses. "Wow, her voice… Let's do this!” Len laughed as he killed more invaders. ~Nyxie~

Then his eyes adjusted, and he realized what he was really seeing. The wind seemed to murmur in voices as it slipped between tree trunks. Zierno could see the hint of bark coated figures twisting to peer at him. Watching intently as if everything in the woods had just grown a face and ears to see what happened now. Zier’s stunned gaze dropped back to her. “What in Ardae, are you?” From her silence, the answer came so startlingly quickly, that it jerked him to a stop. She’s a spriggan.

The ferry sliced through the Tyrrhenian Sea under a moonless sky, its engines humming like a warning. Amaro stood at the bow, his eyes fixed on the dark silhouette of Sardinia rising in the distance. The island looked different now—less like a sanctuary, more like a battlefield. Lucia joined him, her coat pulled tight against the wind. “Are you sure about this?” she asked. “No,” Amaro replied. “But we don’t have a choice.”

I wonder what could have had happen if I fail to came at the right time? She was refusing that guy's kisses, but nobody knows if how long could she had been able to refuse then. I couldn't do any thing but to let out a desperate sigh. What have I done? ----------- Third person's POV Siren opened her eyes only to groan as she was dazzled by the sun rays through the window. After sometime, she slowly open her eyes, just to close it again. She forced her aching body to sit up. When she open her eyes again, she found herself in a daze as she realize that the place was unfamiliar.

Safer. As a siren, she had learned to keep her eyes low, her voice softer than a whisper, and her footsteps lighter than snow. Looking people in the eye felt unnatural, invasive. Even now, three years after being taken from the ocean, she found it hard to hold someone’s gaze without flinching. It wasn’t fear. It was instinct. And perhaps, a deep knowing that if anyone looked too long, they might see more than she wanted to show. But tonight, she couldn’t stay quiet.

He was losing in his own game. Silvia blinked rapidly trying to stay conscious. "Ah," A soft moan left her lips and her breath hitched, eyes going wide as saucers. Hunter paused, pulling back he looked into her eyes. Hazel dunes with specs of violet gazed into jade spheres with specs of gold swirling in them. The intensity of their smoldering gaze had them both consumed by the invisible aphrodisiac that flickered in the hot air that cocooned them. None of them broke eye contact. He licked his lips and her eyes dropped down to those full pink lips before meeting his gaze again.