Damon Salvatore Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

Luciano Salvatore. He stood there, utterly calm, his eyes glinting with amusement as he blocked my escape. “Running off without saying hello to your ex-boyfriend? And your savior?” His smile was sharp, almost cruel, his fangs catching the faint light glinting with crimson and I shut my eyes while shaking my head as I tried not to determine the fate of the vampire he had stormed off with. But it was obvious, Salvatore had killed him. My breath hitched. “Thank you,” I muttered, my voice barely audible. He wasn’t going to kill me—that much I was sure of. But his presence alone sent a chill down my spine.

As Reed climbed up the stairs to the VIP area on the second floor, another figure embraced him in a tight hug, to which Reed reciprocated. "Fancy seeing you here, mate. I thought you've got a girl already." said the man - another muscular looking vampire with hazel eyes, short brown hair and thick eyebrows. "Damon." Reed chuckled, "That's why I'm here. I'm in a pickle right now." Damon put one arm over Reed's shoulder as they walked towards Killian, who held three shot glasses of tequila mixed with pig's blood. They took one glass each and toasted, downing them together.

(Serena) Damon’s shouts still vibrate in the air. Savannah’s shrill sobs riding the edge of hysteria. My my, how the tables turn. I don’t smile but I want to. But all I can see is the man Damon floored. His jaw grotesquely swollen, blood streaking his mouth and chin. The side of his face is a mess and his eye is already blooming from the impact on his jaw. Everyone’s eyes are locked on Savannah and Nico, drinking in the scandal like it’s wine.

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.

Still coming down from the fight, Harley nodded her head as she was too breathless to speak. If he had wanted to kill her, there was no doubt that she would be dead already. Unless he was playing mind games with her. In complete disbelief, all she could do was stand completely still and stare at the monster that had just saved her life. She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as found him even more dazzling the longer she stared. Though what caught her attention the most was his eyes. The jewel blue twinkled against the night sky, holding a warmth that she had never seen before in a vampire's eyes.

"Do you know them?" Dante asked Dae in an emotionless tone reading papers of business. "No, I don't. " Dae answered. "The big man came to get the little one and they wanted to give me some...companion." "Fine. Do you like it, the companion?" "..." Without having an answer, Dante didn't ask more and continued to mind his own business. The little Dae looked out the window counting the raindrops. It seemed that he was enjoying more the silence.

The sight of my daughter brought fresh tears to my eyes, but I quickly blinked them away. I did not want them to see me crying. I did not need them to see me crying, especially not now. I needed to be strong. My own body needed me to be strong. “We thought you’d want to see her,” Luna Evelyn said gently. Damon stood and approached his mother, his movements slow and deliberate. He took the baby from her arms, his expression unreadable as he looked down at our daughter. For a moment, I thought I saw his eyes soften. But just as quickly, the coldness returned.

I released a light gasp as my whole body began to waver. I could feel my strength leaving me. Blood was oozing out. What just happened? The dagger landed on me? Is this the way I'm going to die? Mum, I'm sorry forgive me. For the first time ever when I looked at Damon in the eyes as he stared directly into mine, still holding me. The expression on his face was something I’d never seen. I couldn't even fathom And suddenly, his eyes turned pure red. What is he? Lucifer.

“Yes, and I found it rather interesting. What was he doing praying on a child?” “You have no business here, stranger, and you need to leave unless you feel like joining my clan and being one of my pets. You’re yummy enough that I could use fresh blood.” Mara purred. Dominic shuttered with the thought. She was an older vampire, created a while ago and had red glowing eyes, the palest skin one could have, and almost white hair. She repulsed him because she smelled like bad news, evil, and disgust rolled in one. “No! I am not here to join, but to inquire. Are you the leader of this clan, then?”

The only thing supporting them was their hands which were hanging. "That's more like it," Damien mumbled, satisfied now. Damien went close to them, making the warriors who were torturing them move backward so as not to lose their heads. He took out a silver rod from the furnace. "Why were you here?" Damien solicited in a very low terrifying tone. His eyes were now deep cold blue, indicating how angry he was. But the vampires didn't even look up to the dangerous werewolf that was questioning them, this got Damien furious, he shoved the rod into one eye of the vampire which made him let out a painful groan. Damien left the rod and growled out again asking his first question.