Damon Salvatore Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

He raises his eyes brow at her indicating she repeats herself. “Your bride isn’t here, and my groom won’t be coming” it took her all her courage to remain standing infront of him without batting an eyelid. Damon takes off his sunglasses revealing a pair of deep blue eyes. This made him look even sexier, he continued staring at her intensely as if wanting to fish out the truth from her soul.

The vampire’s eyes flashed with a predatory gleam as she broke the kiss, her gaze locking with Chloe’s. “You’re not the only ones with a thirst tonight,” Melera whispered, her voice a dangerous purr. Her fangs grazed Chloe’s neck once more, her breath hot against her skin. Chloe felt a shiver run down her spine, a mix of fear and arousal. Valerius’s hand tightened on her hip, his presence a silent reassurance as Melera’s lips curved into a sly smile. “That’s it,” Valerius purred, one hand sliding down her stomach, pinning her in place between them. “Don’t deny what your body craves.”

Her heart was slamming uncontrollably against her chest, taking a deep breath she opened her eyes, he was still staring at her no doubt waiting for her to say something. “Why me?” “I mean you can literally have any girl on the planet you want, why do you want to have me.” Serena asked him, she needed to hear his reason. “It is your eyes, they hold mysteries that for the life of me I cannot seem to figure out. I want those eyes to glaze over at the sight of me and shine, I want those eyes to live for me and I want you.” “Seems to me like all you want is my eyes Damon.”

“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.

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.

As he gave me that piercing sharp gaze with his gray eyes, I couldn't help but shudder— those gaze could kill. "Where's my brother?" "He's not with me, I'm all alone," Damon twitched his lips. He crossed his arm and said, "Then let's see …" He snapped his fingers and three voracious hungry vampires approached his direction, their eyes fixed at me. Their eyes glowed red and their teeth jolted out into huge fangs, as they got ready to feed on me.

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.

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.

“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!”

“I need that dick deep inside me. Fuckkk!!" Damon opened up his eyes and it was shining all blue like a touch. He was very upset and before he killed someone he vanished away from the building.