twilight · vampires · supernatural · coven · superhuman strength · immortal · high school setting · romantic · protective · golden eyes
The moon bathed Isle Esme in silver light, the South American ocean calm until chaos erupted. The Cullen coven stood united on the shore, senses heightened. A boat had capsized, blood staining the waves, but no shark scent lingered. From the churning surf, a figure emerged—not pale, not golden-eyed. She crawled onto the rocks, mangled corpse in tow, feeding with predatory grace. Her scent was intoxicatingly sweet, distinct from human blood. Carlisle stepped forward, protective and wary, as the coven watched the mysterious siren, alive yet dead, defying their understanding of the world.