Bella Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

“You’re definitely not a werewolf.” All the women at the table turned to look at him with keen interest. Azrael didn’t flinch under the attention. He was lean but muscular, dressed sharply with no hair out of place, the very picture of aristocratic control. “I’m a vampire,” he replied calmly, sipping from the ornate goblet. Bella’s eyes widened. “I knew I was smelling blood somewhere,” she said. “I just thought the pregnancy was making me smell weird things.” She didn’t sound disgusted—just genuinely fascinated.

“ I swear she’s not only your child but is also mine. Tsk tsk Jezzebelle for snooping on mommy and daddy’s conversation.” Belle looked down at the floor smiling, Lazarus caught the grin as she did it. She then lifted her head up and smiled. “Daddy I have an idea, and please bring it up to the King.” Lazarus got on his knees, facing his daughter so that his blue eyes were looking right at her own blue eyes. Her blue eyes were normal like any humans but his eyes had three different blue colors because of the age of a vampire something about the higher in power the more things he can see at a fast pace.

He was grinning like a mad man but his eyes shoot daggers. As I do that, I finally got a proper look at what is really happening. Everything... is on fire. In a distance, I caught Matertera Matilda as she cracked one of the vampires' heads open, which gained a deafening scream of pain from the latter. She then throw it into the flames right after and caught my gaze. In her eyes reflects the burning flames in between us. I have never seen such eyes burning in so much determination. Matertera Matilda is burning, and the red fire was made just for her.

assistant"> Seeing blood instead of tears flowing from a vampire's eyes left Jane in shock. She had always wondered whether a vampire could ever cry. Ever since learning of their existence, they had always seemed like creatures incapable of shedding tears, as though sadness never manifested the same way it did for humans. Yet somehow, it seemed they could cry after all. Not with ordinary tears though, but with thick crimson blood that slowly streaked down their cheeks. Somehow, the sight looked even more heartbreaking than actual tears, making it difficult for her to look away.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

God, her eyes. Those sharp, calculating eyes had lost none of their edge. Bloodshot, rimmed with smeared mascara that trailed down her cheeks like war paint, they still glittered with something dangerous, something unhinged. I exhaled slowly, tamping down the sharp sting of irritation that clawed at me. My jaw ached from the restraint. “Bella,” I said evenly, forcing my voice to remain steady, “move.” She didn’t. She leaned in slightly, close enough that I could see the redness in her eyes, smell the bite of alcohol on her breath. Close enough that her presence pressed against me like a wall I didn’t want to scale.

It felt quite piercing when the light attacked her corneas, her eyes blinked to adjust to the incoming lighting. And when her vision was clear. Bella had seen Jullius with his trouser zipper open. His thing was out and looked ready to fight, to find his satisfaction. "You want it?" he asked. Her chin was touched, her face tilted. Jullius likes her two shiny eyes glistening with tears. Her nose looked red, her lips swollen. "Say it, do you want it, Bella?" Bella nodded her head. “Please, I want you. I want your dick to ride me. Make me feel good. I want you to make me feel good, Please, I beg you!" Bella said loudly.

Releasing all that pent up grief must have exhausted her. I tuck her golden locks from her face and saw how beautiful she was. For three hundred eighteen years old, she didn't look a day older than thirty. Her human eyes were a lovely shade of emerald green, but her vampire eyes, they were crimson red. Her lips luscious and swollen from crying.

“Oh my...Yes... Yes... I can feel you getting harder, expanding me even more, fuck!” I am bouncing on him fast and hard, matching every hard delicious thrust he gives me with his hips as he holds my waist while sucking and licking my nipple. I never want him to stop. if I can keep him inside me like this forever, I would be the happiest Bampire ever on earth. I notice his eyes are changing and his electric blue eyes are now a swirl of honey gold with hints of green and brown. They are almost glowing. So beautiful they hypnotize me. “Do not be afraid of me Destiny”

Now, a mere werewolf had taken her place in his heart. As Vanessa paced her room, her thoughts raced. She gazed at an ornate mirror, where her reflection, a stunning vampire with long ebony hair and piercing red eyes, stared back at her. She whispered to her own image, her voice seething with bitterness, "Mara, you will not take what's rightfully mine. I will ensure that you meet your doom."