Katherine Pierce Vampire Eyes Novels & Stories

The thought of being exposed like this under bright lights wasn’t comforting. I knew, however, that Pierce’s werewolf eyesight was impeccable and that he could see clearly in the darkness, almost as if we were standing beneath broad daylight. Had he done it for me? I hadn’t expected him to be so considerate. I lay on the bed, and he hovered over me. I could see his silhouette against the faint moonlight, his eyes glowing like those of an apex predator on the hunt. My back arched when I felt his mouth on my chest, his tongue circling the peak of my breast while one hand traveled down my body, past my navel and toward the pool of heat between my legs.

"Why?" "Don’t ask questions." He scoffed and took my hand. His skin was freezing against mine, and it gave me goosebumps. I didn’t try to pull my hand away until I saw him pierce my thumb with a small needle, which he pulled out of nowhere. I flinched at the slight pain and tried to yank my hand away, but his grip was firm. He looked up at me with eyes the color of blood. Unlike the other vampires I knew, his eyes didn’t change color based on his emotions. They seemed to be like that all the time. They were as beautiful as they were terrifying. He leaned forward and ran his tongue over my finger, tasting the droplet of blood from my skin. When he pulled away, there was a satisfied smirk on h

she screamed and I caught a glimpse of frost-blue eyes in the blur— then the vampire was ash on the floor, and the blur was gone. What in the actual fuck?!

She mewled out as he slowly started to thrust into her, building her passion. Only the moment her eyes shot up to meet his, a loud and horrified scream tore through her throat as before her appeared the face of a gruesome monster. Blood-red eyes peered right back into hers, his lips revealing a set of dangerously sharp fangs. And within the following moment those razor-like fangs pierced her throat, effectively taking away her breath and consciousness... Desperately gasping for air, she shot up from her hard pillow, letting out loud coughs as she fought to regain her breath.

After what she just saw, and knowing all these were real, she wanted to believe that the man on the ground and in pain… might be Clinton. A surge of anger ripped through her as she glared at the vampire. “Out of my way.” The god-damned had better moved aside. If she didn't get to Anthony, she'd lose it completely. Strangely, the urge to scream at the vampire grew in her, her mouth gaping and shutting back. Soon as the vampire lifted his hand to claw at her, Kayla turned her face away. The vampire got pushed to a tree by one of the pewter creatures with the brightest and unusual blue eyes.

“You don’t know what you’re doing.” “I know exactly what I’m doing.” The words sounded angry when she lifted her head to glare down at him. His eyes widened. “Your eyes.” North frowned. “What about my eyes?” It wasn’t the question that caught her attention so much as the note of concern in his voice. Surely he wasn’t just now noticing she had one green and one purple eye? “They’ve gone red. That only happens to vampires when they’re blood feeding.”

Sarah was waiting for her at the door (as I called her here beforehand) and they both left, the pack doctor was in an inner room and I had no idea where the nurses were so that left just me and Rosé in the room I caressed her cheek with the back of my hand ‘sorry I put you through this’ I whispered ‘Aidan?’ she said then began turning left and right on the bed ‘Rosie? Can you hear me?’ She shook again as if fighting against something then she calmed down and then opened her eyes but her eyes weren’t the normal brown colored eyes I knew, they were yellow

"Grace, can you hear me?" Nothing happened for a tense minute, and then the long, luxuriously thick lashes slowly swept upward. James felt another punch to the gut. Her eyes were magnificent. They were flecked with shimmering dots of colour and were so delicate and lush that anyone could have fallen for their alluring innocence. Like the finest gems. His vampire roared in pleasure, the heat of his beast thundering through the air. Dear goddess, he’d never come so close to losing control. And he wasn’t even touching her. This woman was pure kryptonite.

“Her eyes… Katherine, they were the most beautiful eyes I’d ever seen. This pure, crystal aqua blue—like the ocean right before sunset. It stopped me. Right there. I couldn’t move. I couldn’t think. Just… those eyes.” Katherine turned her face slightly, trying to hide her reaction, but the hurt still showed. Kingsley glanced at her, guilt flashing across his face. “I’m not saying this to hurt you. I just need you to understand. Those eyes—they pulled me in. And when she smiled? God. Her entire face would light up. She had this soft way of tilting her head when she was curious, the exact way you do sometimes. Her laugh? It felt like home.”

Nor her long, perfectly white fangs, gleaming under the electric lights. “Y-you . . .” Pierce looks between us for several seconds, muttering something incoherent. And that’s when Vania decides to ruin my life and snap her teeth at him. I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose. Pierce spins on his heels and sprints past my cubicle, running over a potted benjamin fig. “Vampyre! Vampyre—there’s a— A Vampyre is attacking us, someone call the Bureau, someone call the—”