Katherine Pierce Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

"once you pour even a little vervain on her she'll react. She'll wince and her blood will start to boil then her eyes will turn either pure black or blood red." "So you don't even know what color a vampire's eyes are?" "No, we know. When a vampire's eyes are pitch black it means they don't feed off of humans, they feed off of animals and they're not that strong. When a vampire's eyes are red that means they're a big threat."

And given the condition she was in, he had to hurry. He found her cheeks with the other hand and stroked his fingertips gently. She closed her eyes for a little fraction. Only if she could cry…! But what a pity- vampires don’t cry. His gestures and warmth confirmed he didn’t want to commit this sin, but he eventually did. Her eyes turned red, and she stared at him, demanding answers. He peered at her figure that had started to wobble by now; the is to the effect of his sharp stab, and said,

Kieran's POV My vampire's eyes study me from across the room with red orbs swarming with heat from the pits of hell. The intensity of the stare makes me weak at the knees. It's like he's reaching inside me, seeping into my veins and swallowing me whole. He moves gracefully from his chair to stand at my front. My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath. His fangs elongate and the tips glisten and he glides his tongue across it. He reaches out to touch my face and my throat constricts.

Cleo Devereux was a beautiful vampire with the most extraordinary gorgeous amethyst eyes and Persephone wanted nothing more to strangle the both of them. Did fate have to flaunt what she could never have? Did it always have to be so cruel? Caleb indeed had the most stunning cognac eyes. She had spent so much of her time gazing into them at varying points of their encounters. Her heart clenched, wondering if Cleo would be the one privy to such intimate moments. Would she be worthy where she hadn't been?

It was as though he had plucked the thought out of her mind. It was his eyes in the end. It was his eyes that confirmed it. Eyes like the half arch of the moon, like beaten silver. The eyes of a vampire. Eyes that now belonged Melvin Asgard, a vampire who could worm his way into a person's mind and poke around if they stared into his eyes too long. Khloe realized too late. She shut her eyes. But she could still hear the swishing sound of his knife as he played with it. Fear curdled in her stomach.

She was used to it, after all, Alice was aware of her looks. Her eyes continued to scan the place until they locked gazes with a vampire. Not with her target, but with the man she has been eager to kill ever since she understood what her past lives had been like. They were all defenseless and had absolutely no idea why they were killed. The vampire was also wearing a mask that covered his eyes, but she had seen that face a thousand times. She dreadfully remembers all the details of her killer’s face. Alice could even imagine his face without the mask. But it was the first time she saw the man with his normal eyes. It was intimidating and showed authority, but all she could feel was rage. Her

I smiled as I pressed another affectionate kiss to Ruby’s cheek. “She is…” Elaine murmured, but then her gaze lingered on Ruby’s eyes. A flicker of something unreadable crossed her expression before she tilted her head. “Are her eyes real?” I tensed, my fingers instinctively tightening around Ruby. It was a question I had expected but didn’t want to answer. Crimson eyes weren’t normal here. Yet, I couldn’t lie. “Yes. She got her eyes from my husband.” Elaine’s lips parted slightly, her eyes glinting with curiosity. “Red eyes are rare. She looks like a vampire.”

Katherine thought, her eyes going from one concerned face to another. Katherine knew she was hyperventilating, but how could she help it? They claimed to be VAMPIRES, for heaven's sake! Images of large, black, leathery wings, shining, sharp claws, and porcelain white fangs dripping with saliva flashed through Katherine's mind. But it couldn't be... It just couldn't...

I shockingly saw that his stare had changed somehow. His eyes were a deep shade of brown, something that was wholly unusual within vampire aristocracy, especially for purebloods. It seemed that his uniqueness, something that seemed to cater to purebloods, was that he was just plain. Yet, he was somehow the most gorgeous thing you would have the pleasure of laying your eyes on. A knowing smile spread across his lips, and I cursed him again, understanding he must have read my thoughts across my traitorous face. "Are you not even going to say thanks?"

Her eyes began to drift just as the vampire opened his mouth to flash long canines painted with blood but before he could sink it in her neck, Eira reached into her Jean pocket, answering her instincts and pulled out a few Bloodivy leaves and rubbed them against the vampire's pale face. His terrifying screams filled the air as the skin of his face started melting. He collapsed to the floor, his palms stuck to the cheek that felt as if it was on fire. His hands pushed Eira's away, making the back of her head hit a way. She winced in pain but recovered quickly. She opened her eyes with difficulty, still huffing. Her eyes observed the vampire's face. His cheek had melted off along with one of h