Damon Salvatore Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

, David begged as he walked on the broken glass testing his shoes. Damon was almost taking his fury over him and was thinking about Eva himself. He had to fuck another woman to release his heat that he gets from Eva. He took his sip and looked at the girl again. Now, he wanted to release his fury to. He got up looking dangerously. He broke his glass against teh table and slit the girls throat. The doctors were stunned. Damon pulled up the mute device out of their ears and said in a threatening cold voice, "you will recieve the same faith if thus goes out", Damon said.

A sweet shiver wash over me when I look up at their eyes taking me in, caressing and loving me. "Your left hand please." I say acting like a school girl about to give her boyfriend her first present for him. Damian lips perk up a little while Damon held mine in a blank stare as he jaw tick blinking his eyes. I knew he's close to loosing it, ready to fuck me into tomorrow. Ravage my body and give me pleasure beyond imaginations. I squirm looking to his eyes. His dick twitch and I couldn't help the smile that grace my lip.

The moment I stared into his eyes, my heart went still for one second, then went crazy in the next. Those eyes—I recognize them—are the same eyes I saw in my dreams. The vampire who always left me with scars. But he looked nothing like Damien anymore. He was less muscular; his eyes were still that same dark red, but his hair was shorter, a different shade of black compared to Damien, and his jaw was sharp, just like every other angle of his face. He looked dangerous—every inch a vampire, every inch of him beautiful. "What... what... are you doing here?" I asked in lack of words.

My eyes opened again and I looked back up into his, biting my lower lip to hold back a small moan as the toy vibrated over both my clit and the strangely sensitive spot inside me. The vampire’s eyes were strangely beautiful… Like a sort of Wolfish beauty. His irises were deep, rich crimson, clear, and obviously intelligent. They drew you in but sent instinctual warning shivers down your spine. I did just that, shuddering a little. Goosebumps broke out over my skin; down my spine, around my ribs, and over my shoulders. I thought I saw a small smile twitch at the corner of his mouth, but it was gone so quickly there was a good chance I’d just imagined it.

He turned on his light and I gasped when I saw the man standing in the middle of his living room. He was a tall gentleman with large muscles and dark hair. He was shirtless, so I saw the tattoos that occupied his large biceps and his chest. His hair went down to his shoulders, and it was as black as night. But it also looked incredibly silky and well-managed. His eyes initially appeared black, but as the light shined down on him, I realized quickly that they were dark blue. He was staring at Joseph with a disapproving look and Joseph didn’t look the least bit phased. But I could hardly breathe being this close to another vampire.

He slightly tilted his head and saw those teary hazel eyes were peering at him wrathfully. "That's fucking enough, Adrian Salvatore,"

I said then left him alone. It was quick, but when I turned, I saw his eyes widened while looking at me. I don't know why, but I strangely felt good and at ease. When I returned to the car, I saw Damian looked at me with the same expression as Mikael had earlier. "Why?" I asked. Instead of answering, he showed me a mirror that was especially made for vampires like us. My eyes which are different in Colors once turned to a complete… crimson blood red eyes. I smiled and then kissed him. "Let's go back home. I'm tired." I leaned on his shoulder and closed my eyes with a smile on my lips.

My eyes drifted to the woman and saw her blazing red eyes staring at Jaxon intently. "What are you doing to him?! Stop it!" I shouted at the top of my lungs. I remembered Carter had told me that vampires who were born and didn't undergo transition can acquire unique abilities. And what this woman was doing must be her ability. "Why would I? I am enjoying this," the woman said evilly. Tears formed in my eyes as I witnessed how Jaxon kept on shrieking in pain.

A thick vortex of jet-black smoke erupts from the floorboards with a loud rushing hiss that makes the salt shakers rattle against the wood. Before I can even pull my hand back from Lucian’s arm, Damon steps out of the darkness. He is fully dressed now in his dark tactical leathers, but the detached, cold calculation he usually wears is back, his emerald eyes flashing with a terrifying primal dominance that makes every wolf in the immediate vicinity instinctively drop their gaze toward the table. He doesn’t look at Lucian, and he doesn’t look at Ivy. He looks directly at me. Before my brain can process what’s happening, Damon reaches down, locking his right hand firmly into the curls at the b

Some dropped their thumbs at us while the rest uttered profanity for being a team of losers. His name is Damon Salvador. Apart from that he is the son of the King of the vampires, Damon is the most arrogant, ruthless, and self-centered vampire I have ever known. Degrading, humiliating, and ruining someone's life is his best fortë since he could not kill someone's life as well. Our team hates him to the deepest part of our souls. Those vampires who are not well aware of his attitude being the worst will basically end up giving up their own lives. But the four of us are already accustomed to his treat and tricks. His team was also assigned to New York.