Siren Gaze Novels & Stories

"The Queen thinks she can break me by cloning my grief, but she forgot one thing. You can't break someone who has already been unmade." "She’s right, old man. Besides, the Garrison’s thermal vents are wide open. They’re venting the excess heat from those amber freaks," Zilo added, checking the charge on his kinetic rifle. He looked at Sofia with a mixture of wariness and loyalty. "The Sun-Eaters have a blind spot in the infrared spectrum. If we stay close to the sapphire dampeners, we’re invisible to their cores."

Every few minutes, she would look over at the way Stone was holding me, her beautiful face twisting into a bitter, sad expression before she quickly masked it with a sip of her drink. Suddenly, Siren stood up from her wooden bench across the clearing. She tossed her empty beer bottle into a large trash can, wiped her hands down the front of her tight leather pants, and began walking with slow, heavy steps straight toward our bonfire. A few of the Shadow Vipers guys watched her move, smirking among themselves as they waited to see what she was going to do. My heart instantly skipped a painful beat against my ribs, and my muscles went completely tense under Stone's arm.

The weight of their gazes bore down on me, amplifying the turmoil within. I could see the intensity in Nate's eyes as he looked at me. They were like two pools of molten amber, glowing with a mixture of determination and longing. The flickering light from the nearby torches danced in his irises, adding an ethereal glow to their depths. There was a depth to his gaze that seemed to hold a thousand untold stories, a silent promise of a connection yet to be fully explored.

They had moved swiftly until it was my turn, they took me out of the box to show the audience, it was some sort of obnoxious crowd because they wore those long dresses and suits Avisa hates so much. “Yes, ladies and gentlemen, a real-life siren here with us,” the commentator says, I could feel my power return, seems they can’t surpass my power anymore. I had looked around to find a way out, but an angry face locked his eyes with me as a warning. “So, ladies and gentlemen, here is the main event,” the other man says, “a siren, we will start bidding at……” He doesn’t finish his sentence because he is attacked, I look in awe as the most beautiful pair of purple eyes lay eyes on me while tearing

Saoirse goes back to the windows one more time, just briefly, through the glass from the outside, looking at the east light and whatever she is seeing in it that the rest of us can only partially see. Then she turns. Looks at us both. "Good," she says and smiles. We go our separate ways and I walk back toward the tube and the afternoon is doing something golden with the October light and I take out my phone to call Rhys and then I put it away because I want to sit with this for five minutes before I share it. Five minutes of it being just mine. The office. The east windows. Saoirse in her corner. Priya and the glass wall. Signal Strategy, not as a name or a deck or a podcast episode, but as

Lilith’s gaze went unfocused, and tears began to well up in her eyes. The way the two of them stood. The way their eyes met. And the way the air between them felt so heavy, and filled with something too deep to be easily explained. The sire bond, it had existed since long ago. Since the very first time they met, centuries ago. Lilith’s heart was pounding violently. But that wasn’t all. From a distance, Lilith could see another figure lurking in the darkness. The figure wasn’t approaching or moving, it just stood there, watching her and Lucas. But before Lilith could make out the face in the darkness, her body suddenly jolted back to reality, her breath coming in gasps.

Just as he arrived, he saw that his mate was halfway being pulled away through his portal by a siren. Sirens were female creatures, half bird and half woman with alluring voices, their power rested in their melodious voices. They could vocally make one fall under their spell and persuade them to do their bidding. Usually, they used dreams or hallucinations as a means to lure the individual out of consciousness so they would let down their guard. Only weaklings would fall under the spell of a siren, he was no weakling. Such couldn't be said for his fragile little human mate, who was now following him silently as they walked back to the house.

I can’t see his face, or anything other than a manly profile thanks to the angle and reflection of the sun, but I know somehow that he is watching me. I slowly stand, trying to get a better view so I can see his face when the figure dives below the surface, and a magnificent tail catching the sunset in its scales flicks against the surface. A siren. In all my life, I’ve never seen another. Not even when the representatives come to shore every several years to discuss diplomacy with the packs. I was always told to stay out of sight, in my room, even by my mother. Seeing one now brings tears to my eyes. I want to be in the sea. I wanted to dive in, swimming out to where I saw him go under, sea

The moment the clairvoyant girl looked into her eyes, she felt like her breath was being taken away. Selene was looking right at her, and Kiara could feel it piercing her body and entering her soul. She looked so exposed to the point that she had never felt it before. But Selene's eyes weren't fixed on anything, it was like she was looking at something that was never there. as if she never saw her and Gwenna here. the thick lashes framing the quartz of her irises.

“You okay, Mrs. Danger? You look pale.” “Yeah. This is just from the furious hormones and morning sickness.” She took a deep breath, then grinned at Gael. “You should check that out, old man.” Iris pointed at the lines of containers painted in fuchsia pink with a woman silhouette logo in black. “Tempting, but we stick to our plan. I don’t want distractions right now,” Gael said. “Come on, Gael. And I can check out a few things around while we’re waiting for you. Unless Colton wanna join you,” Iris insisted.