Damon Salvatore Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

Slowly she took a step back, this was not where she was meant to be, a weak person like her, standing among strong blood sucking creature, powerful creatures of the night. "Hey you dear, you look beautiful, what are you doing standing there. Come let me be guest in this party." A young handsome vampire said, stretching his hand towards her. Bella looked around, she was searching for a man who possessed the most dark eyes and hair, she felt her eyes made contact with his, she felt her body froze and her heart skipped at what she saw. His eyes was darker than she had ever seen, his face was twisted as if he was in pain and slowly her eyes drifted down to the glass he held, a tiny gasp left her

He chuckles grimly, his lips stretching diabolically to release a dark grin as he leers in, “You? Do you dare dream of getting rid of me after the vow that binds us? I flush with embarrassment and he rescinds to relish in my pensive state. Shoving his elbow into the top of Mortiz’s seat and fisting his hand against his jaw, he assumes a tilt of his head and cunningly smiles at me. It’s not particularly a beautiful expression a Vampire should make. But…I gulp with turmoil. It’s a whole world different when it’s an undisputed beauty like this doing the staring. It should make anyone wring with dread as those fiery eyes are predatory and nightmarish. Devon’s eyes are very beautifully brimmed wi

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.

Axel stated, his eyes glaring straight at the lady. The lady looked slightly taken back by his tone of voice. "What are you saying?" the lady sounded so emotional, she looked like she was at the verge of breaking down. Tears spilled down her eyes, and stained her already made up face as she tried to mutter some words "B... Bu... But"

“But—But I love them! No matter what, they are my first mates and I will always love them. I can't help it. If you kill them, then you'll kill me too. I can't live without them. You know what I am for goodness sake! You can't do this to me. Get me out of here. Just let me go and I won't speak a word about all of this.” “And you think I'm terrified of your so-called mate?” He uttered in disgust. “I guess you don't know who I am. Yet.” He grabbed my chin, turning me to face him. “I am Damien Varian, The lord of vampires.” He said with a twisted smile, yet his eyes were so cold and emotionless.

“I need you to kill me in front of every creature in this world, my little Halfling. And when their guard has lowered, I will strike them… You will do that for me, right? I cannot see anyone who deserves to kill me but you.” “Stop talking some morbid shit, Damon.” To erase the image he had planted in her mind, she straddled her lover. Damon the Prideful bit his lower lips as his ruby eyes darkened akin to the color of the magma when a deadly volcanic eruption was brewing all because his girl straddled him, her arms now linked at the back of his neck.

Seraphine echoed, confusion etched across her face. Lyra leaned in closer, her eyes sparkling with intrigue, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Alaric Vortemont. The vampire. He’s the one with those molten-silver eyes, always looking like he can peer into your very soul and tear it apart. He’s heir to one of the oldest vampire bloodlines in the world.”

Daryl nodded and gave her a serious response. "Every pure blood has unique abilities or powers. Mine is to erase someone's memory." Kaelynn's eyes widened as she realized Daryl was true. Each of us has a special ability. I have the ability to paralyze anyone with my red eyes, and Rious can order anything or anyone, dead or alive, with his red eyes. "H-How about Darenn? Has he already been killed?" Kaelynn asked, her voice trembling with fear; it pains me to see her like this.

The vampires. At least eight or nine that I could immediately identify. Each one more devastatingly beautiful than the last. One had midnight-black hair and molten silver eyes that seemed to pierce straight through flesh and bone. Another — tall, golden-haired Elias — wore a wicked, boyish grin that promised both pleasure and ruin. Seraphine, with her cascading fiery red hair and crimson lips, moved like living temptation incarnate. Viktor looked like a broad-shouldered warrior carved from marble, while Damien’s dark, smoldering intensity made my knees feel weak. They didn’t hide what they were.