Damon Salvatore Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

Damon whirled to face her fully, and in that moment, his eyes ignited—a brilliant, unnatural red flaring to life, consuming the hazel of his irises. The transformation was sudden, startling, a physical manifestation of the storm raging within him. “Then I’ll bring her back,” he said. Ghost froze, staring at him as if seeing him for the first time. She tilted her head to the side, a gesture of disbelief mingled with dread. “Tell me what you plan to do isn’t what I think it is,” she pleaded, her words hanging heavy between them. Damon said nothing. He didn’t need to. The crimson glow in his eyes burned brighter, a silent confirmation of his intent. Ghost’s breath hitched, and desperation seize

“Damon is throwing a total tantrum in here. I'll definitely come back later, okay, my beautiful?” Before I could answer, he leaned down and pressed a soft, sweet kiss against my lips. It wasn't demanding or possessive; it was just pure, gentle affection. As he pulled away, the glowing amber in his left eye began to dim, slowly fading out until both of his eyes were back to that deep, piercing dark green. Damon was back. A sudden, heavy wave of sadness washed over me. I couldn't help it. My arms felt empty the second Maverick receded, and my shoulders slumped slightly as I looked away, trying to hide the disappointment on my face.

Though, with his nearly-black hair and those ice blue eyes, he gives off more of a Damon Salvatore vibe. Yet as sexy as it might be, it doesn't mean I want to play vampire. "What the fuck?" I ask, shoving at his chest until he releases me. He pulls back to meet my glare, and I swear to God, bats his eyelashes like he's the picture of fucking innocence. But the hint of a smirk at the corner of his lips gives him away. "You said suck. I was listening." Oh, that's fucking it.

He turned and ran back toward the gates without saying another word. I stood still, my heart racing. The twins woke up. Leo pushed his small face against my chest and made another low growl. I gently tickled them, whispering soft words to keep them calm. The gates opened with a loud creak. Alpha Damon walked out first. He looked just exactly as I remembered him. He had tall, broad shoulders, golden eyes that once made my heart melt. Those same eyes of his stared at me with surprise and something deeper that I could not name. Cassandra stood right behind him, her arms crossed and her face was already twisted with hatred as usual.

If Grace didn't have Dante, she would have asked Salvatore out. "You still wouldn't have figured it out, baby.” He muttered, his voice growing deeper. Grace squeezed her legs together as she gulped. This man. So manly. "Also, how.. how come you have blue eyes now? You used to have gray eyes.” She hurriedly shifted the topic. Salvatore spread his arms and smiled thinly, " You don't expect a mercenary to walk around in his real form, do you? I would have been caught by the police ever since, or worse, my rivals.”

Phoebe took advantage of those few short seconds and used the remaining strength of her life to using a dagger forged with special training to stab the Vampire's heart. It was a cowardly way, but it saved her, Phoebe reversed the situation as she sat on top of him, clutching the dagger that was stabbing into his left chest. The Vampire was in pain because he was attacked, he screamed, causing all the glass doors and glass objects in the factory to shatter, he was stunned in pain, he couldn't see Phoebe clearly but kept stabbing the wings with his claws. Her hand was slowly losing strength.

“And it’s not Jonathan. This power’s older—filthy old. I might be wrong since I'm human.” Damon gasped suddenly, lifting his head from my chest. His pupils were wide, glowing faint silver. “He’s laughing,” he whispered. My stomach turned. “Who, sweetheart?” “The man with the red eyes,” he said in a small, trembling voice. “He’s outside. He’s calling me.” Vera’s hand tightened around her blade. “Not if I get to him first.”

These eyes weren’t the pitch-black I’d been imagining about. “Can I ask you something?” Damon broke the silence. I looked over his shoulder and mumbled, “Yeah?” His voice was low and soft as he whispered, “Why do you think of me as a monster.” At that, my gaze slashed back to his and I stared deep into those thunderous, stormy gray eyes, “It's your eyes.” I frowned, “Something about your eyes tells me that you are a villain." He sucked in a sharp breath before abruptly turning me around. My back flushed against his front and I felt his hot breath on the nape of my neck as he whispered against my skin, "Beware, Princess! I'm the kind of villain everyone loves to hate and hates to love."

My eyes widened in shock. “Mate!” Ruby yelled, and Damien’s smirk widened. What the hell is he up to? “Explain now!” She yelled, turning to me. “I..I um..” I stuttered, not knowing what to say. “Hey little girl, you mind the way you talk to my mate,” Damien growled, his eyes flashing red. Wait, red? Red! Ruby shook in fear, moving towards me instinctively, but I was more shocked by his eyes. The only people whose eyes glow red are the Lycans, but he is not a Lycan, is he?

He smirked evilly. "You are out for revenge and so am I." Lord Xrysos deadpanned and saw Anderios's eyes turning black once again. Damon held the raging man's arm and stared into his eyes. Anderios calmed down, his eyes changing back to a brilliant brown color once again. "Thanks." He kissed the man's soft lips. "I have no idea how you do these things but you take the demons away from me with those eyes." Damon laughed and pushed off of Andreios only to fall into Lord Xrysos' arms.