Damon Salvatore Eye Novels & Stories

Damon suggested breaking off whatever Damien was thinking and glare hard at him, he probably dislike the ideas of Allies while Damon only smirked, he knew this before. "I don't need them!" Damien said almost in a growl. "I know." Damon said with his voice full of sarcasm and that earn him a hard glare. "I know know if I can hold back for long but Lucian will have to die sooner." Damien said his voice etched with venom and for a moment his iris flashed red mixing with the normal color, Silver. Damon was stunned when he saw those eyes but soon got over it and he smirk seems endlessly.

Damon He pulled out his phone and flipped through a few of the pictures they'd taken on their vacation as he let out a long breath. Long brown hair and green eyes that captivated him. A small waist and huge tits that took up most of his palm. He closed his eyes and dropped his phone back into his pocket as his body woke up. He didn't care how fast things had gone. He'd give anything to hang on to the feeling she left him with - pay any price.

I tell him through gritted teeth, I’m honestly terrified but I think I’m pretty good at hiding it. I squeeze my hand on the trigger, losing my patience as he just stands there with a daring smirk on his face. Damon is what women would call handsome with his platinum blonde hair, ice blue eyes, and lean, muscular frame. His facial structure is very defined, but there is something dark, something off about the look in his eyes, even if he is a killer, it’s like there is something else there that I can’t quite put my finger on. “I’m waiting, Damon, my finger is getting really trigger happy. I would hurry if I were you,” a knife is pressed into my neck before I could get my own threatening words

“Look at his eyes, Athena!” I forced myself to look. Damon’s hands were slammed flat against the fracturing marble floor, his knuckles white, his head thrown back as his entire frame convulsed violently. Black, tar-like veins crawled up his throat, invading his jawline. His eyes flickered wildly—flashing celestial silver, then pitch black, then silver again, in a desperate, agonized war for control of his own body. “What is happening to him?!” I demanded, my voice cracking as I looked around the room. “Someone tell me!”

Seraphine. Cassian. Nova. Mira. Hale. Luca. Luca. The sight of him standing there still hurt. Not with the sharp agony of discovery anymore. Something duller. Heavier. A wound that refused to close. Damon forced his attention back to the screen. Because right now They had bigger problems. The monitor flickered. Static filled the room. Then the image stabilized. And there she was. Vale. Older than the photographs. Yet somehow more terrifying.

I had never seen the man before, I only heard things about him but I have seen his photos but this time it wasn’t a photo he was here. He pulled his eyes away from me and then his eyes went around the area as if he was watching for some kind of threat. I pulled my eyes away grabbing the drink on the table as I glumped it down as my eyes rolled back to the man watching me. Unlike what I have heard of him , he was tall, maybe a six foot-four or a six foot-five and somehow when he looked at me I melted. He was hot like a real Ian somerholder____Damon Salvatore.

I couldn't put my finger on it to understand what it was that was bothering him. It wasn’t just the tight set of his jaw, or the way his shoulders seemed to carry more weight than usual, it was the way his eyes looked when they landed on me. There was pain there. Quiet. Controlled. But real. A heaviness that lingered every time our eyes met and he offered me one of those half-smiles that didn’t quite reach the fire in his gaze. Damon was trying to hide it. Whatever it was, he didn’t want me to know.

“Sil…ver…” In surprise, I looked down at Damon whose eyes had miraculously opened. His lips were slightly parted and he was squinting his eyes, looking up at me like he couldn't believe I was really there. “Oh my god, you're awake,” I squealed, temporarily forgetting we were still under attack.

Now, it was just a matter of staying alive long enough to meet the storm. **** Damon’s POV The South Gate was a wall of iron and fire. I shifted back to human form for a split second, shielding my eyes from the heat of the burning watchtower. "They're reinforcing!" I shouted over the roar of the flames. "They’ve brought the heavy shields!"

Damon quizzes “Why not? It was my time to put my stamp on the world beyond my house and I wanted to be notice so for most of the time outside of home I had 2 different coloured eyes! And I thought it looked amazing!” I giggled “Your already have the most beautiful eyes” Damon said as he cupped my face to kiss me “I know it sounds dumb now but back then I thought it was cool, once my family died I couldn’t keep using them, the crying made them hurt my eyes!” My tone went to sadness and my eyes filled with tears Damon hugged me, said I don’t need to feel sadness while he’s around