Damon Salvatore Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

fuck, his eyes. Even half-lidded with pain, they burn into me, They’re a startling, unnatural green, Witches don’t have eyes like that. Ours are violet, or ice-blue, or the hollow black of a starless night. I crouche lower, my white hair, dyed black under my glamour The illusion is perfect brown eyes instead of purple, a human’s duller aura instead of the normal witch beauty Damian’s trembling hand lifts, His fingers smudged with his own blood, and he cups my jaw.

He looked at me with disappointment. "How many times would I have to tell you this Amaya, I would never in my life hurt you." "How am I even supposed to stick with that when I don't even know your name?" "Faire enough." He chuckled. "My name is Damon." Damon, that's a nice name. Wait a damn minute. "Damon Salvatore?" I questioned. Even though they looked nothing alike, I couldn't help myself from asking. I mean what a coincidence this was. Meeting a vampire in real life whose name was Damon.

Her damaged eyes staring directly at Damon. * * *

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.

The emotion in Damien’s hazel eyes was hard to miss. He looked at her for a while, gazing deep into her blue eyes. Eira always believed that her eyes were beautiful. She had been told so several times, more times than she could keep a count. But she realised as looked away from the vampire’s gaze that hers were no match to Carena’s.

He said, stroking my hair with his hand. Oh my goodness, is he calling me Vic? We shared eye contact. The butterflies started flying in my stomach as I found him. He was staring at me with his devilish smile. I felt awkward when I felt someone's burning eyes on my back. I rolled my eyes outside through the window. It’s Damon, who is staring at us with his burning eyes in a rage.

Evelyn "What!" I almost screamed. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "You are lying." He shrugged like it was not a big deal, and said arrogantly. "Whatever". If he is your brother, then why are you doing this?" "Didn't I tell you, I have a special kind of love for him." He spoke like a normal person, but I already see the cruelty living behind his eyes, pure monster. But, Now I could see some resemblance between him and Damian, but his eyes were a different story — pure green, unlike any other Vampires, who have black eyes.

The bell rang as a new vampire entered the shop, and for some reason, I decided to see what had just walked in. He was tall. He ran his hand through his seemingly naturally waved back, medium length black hair as his eyes scanned the shop. His eyes were a deep emerald green, a color that I had rarely seen in the other vampires that come in here. He even had a sharp jawline that nicely framed his face. Yet another vampire that could easily show up any human man. "What can I interest you in today?" The pet master spoke to him with the line I had already heard 60 times today.

The whites of Stephan’s eyes were infested with little blood vessels giving them a bloodied look, that plus his shimmering bright red pupils gave him the appearance of an animal suffering from blood lust. Vanessa was saying something to him, tugging his hand but he shook her off and began to march forward. The smile on my face grew wider and the smugness increased, I exhaled and thrust my left hand into my pocket, my right still held onto Rebekka’s left wrist. “Damon!” her voice was shrill and panicky. The music had stopped, everyone was watching now, apprehension and uncertainty crossing their faces. My smile only grew wider, they were about to witness a beautiful show.

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.