Damon Salvatore Eye Novels & Stories

His heart slammed against his ribs so hard he thought it might crack through bone. Luca Romano stood there, barely dressed, his body stripped down to loose pants that looked ready to fall off his narrow hips. Five years had carved him down to something skeletal. His skin was pale, marked with shadows that Dante knew were bruises in various stages of healing. But it was the eyes that hit hardest. Those eyes that used to look at Dante with warmth and wonder now stared at the crowd with nothing in them at all. "Going twice—" A voice called out from the left side of the room. "Twenty-two million."

He was so irresistible, as she fought within herself to not get swayed by what her eyes showed her. As if sensing her presence, Damon turned. His ice-blue eyes widened, and a slow smile curved his lips. He was so excited to see her, and he made sure she saw him smile at her. Alicia’s heart stuttered. She had expected indifference, perhaps even hostility, but not this raw hunger that flickered in his gaze. Damon had always been a mystery—a man of few words, a warrior with a haunted past. Yet now, as he looked at her, Alicia wondered if she had ever truly known him. She had been so overwhelmed with fighting her demon that she had not embraced his grace.

He was looking at me with blazing red eyes, with his red lips trapped between his teeth. "Then this makes my work extremely even, Serena." Salvatore finally spoke, snapping his gaze away from mine to look at my bump. "What are you talking about?" I whispered, my gaze flickering between the both of them. I gasped when Salvatore appeared right beside me in the blink of an eye. He twirled a strand of red hair on his slim finger before tugging on it. He smiled when I flinched, revealing sharp white fangs at the sides.

Damon hasn’t changed, not really. His dark hair is shorter now, no longer falling over his eyes the way it used to when I’d push it back just to see him better. His face is sharper, all hard angles and a scar now slices down his temple, a thin jagged line against golden-brown skin. His jaw is stronger, his lips pressed into that same unreadable line, but it’s his eyes that strike me the most. Dark, piercing, and knowing. All features that had been touched by the trials of time. So different yet still the same.

The sight steals Eli's breath away and makes his mouth go dry. Damon lifts his sunglasses, revealing those piercing green eyes that seem to look straight into Eli's soul. A slow, devilish smirk spreads across Damon's chiseled features as he watches Eli approach, drinking in every step closer. "Well hello there, beautiful," Damon purrs approvingly, pushing off the sleek limo and sauntering towards Eli confidently.

Damon countered, “right now, as a matter of fact.” “Are you about to sweet talk her?” Dathan laughed sarcastically. “Tell her some of the things you told Maya?” He added. Immediately, Damon's eyes switched, one minute, he had the blue eyes of a tall, handsome 6 '1 man, that he was. The next, he had the hazel slit eyes of a feral wolf. Dathan didn't need to be told twice, he made a quick exit.

“She got so drunk, Damon had to carry/drag her screaming ass out of the room.” “Really?” I ask, unable to stop the giggles bubbling in my chest to mingle with Charity’s. The awkwardness slowly thawing, as we laugh together. “Yep,” Elle confirms through giggles of her own. “Damon was BIG mad. But we have gotten off track. I am sure that’s not the only question you have.” “Why do you and Damon have eyes like that?” I wonder, continuing with this line of questioning. Like Elle, Damon also has one eye that is black and one that is his normal human color, blue, while Elle’s green.

“Leave me the fuck alone!” My eyes flicked over him, tracing the black shirt stretched tight across his chest, hugging the biceps that bulged under the fabric. A tattoo peeked out, dark ink curling from his collar, sharp against his skin. His jaw was hard and shadowed with stubble. And those eyes—fuck, those eyes—amber as lit coals, piercing into me like they could see straight through my skull. Salvatore didn’t move. He watched me intently, his lips curving into a smile. “You look so beautiful,” he murmured, calm as anything. “More than anything I’ve ever seen.”

He turned and ran back toward the gates without saying another word. I stood still, my heart racing. The twins woke up. Leo pushed his small face against my chest and made another low growl. I gently tickled them, whispering soft words to keep them calm. The gates opened with a loud creak. Alpha Damon walked out first. He looked just exactly as I remembered him. He had tall, broad shoulders, golden eyes that once made my heart melt. Those same eyes of his stared at me with surprise and something deeper that I could not name. Cassandra stood right behind him, her arms crossed and her face was already twisted with hatred as usual.

Those eyes were fixed on me. The triplets shifted back to human form, their muscular bodies splattered with blood and battle wounds already healing. Damon's dark hair was wild, his gray eyes still carrying that Alpha glow. Dominic's charming smile was back despite the blood dripping from a cut on his cheekbone. Darius looked like a demon fresh from hell, covered head to toe in crimson. "Sophia," Damon said, his voice warm with genuine affection. "You arrived just in time."