Vampire Diaries Veins Eyes Novels & Stories

He seemed to be juiced with some nefarious primordial magic and skills of a murderous predator. However, as he turned his attention to Nat, his eyes started to flicker between the crimson red of his vampire and the neon-amber, citrine-like colour, which reminded so much of Nat’s eyes. I think the flickering of his eyes was a sign that he was dealing with some internal conflict, probably related to what he should do next. The skin around his eyes was clustered and crested with clumps and cracks of onyx veins. The pale porcelain skin of his cheeks and chin were smudged with the blood of my biological father which dripped from his fangs down his face. He turned his attention and gaze to Nat, lo

Something I had only seen in that surveillance camera footage. The veins spiraling through his cheeks bled into his eyes, turning the white into pure black. His red orbs flashed, his mouth parting, two pairs of long, sharp fangs unfurling. I wheezed, my lungs too tight to hold onto the air. The space too small to get away. My eyes drifted to the broken door, my mind screaming at me to get up and get the hell out of here, but my legs stopped working, shaking like leaves in wintry wind.

When they met hers, they were filled with lust and briefly, they flashed blue before returning to their original colour. Blue. Vampires’ eyes flashed blue whenever they experienced intense emotions like pain, love, happiness, anger, lust and excitement. In this case, it was quite obvious that it was lust and she was so shaken by the knowledge that she didn’t know how to react. She thought that he was immune to her. That there was no way he could ever be as attracted to her as she was to him, but the look he just gave her confirmed it. If that wasn’t confirmation enough, then the blue of his eyes were.

My breath was briefly caught in my throat once his face came to view under the light of the balcony. He was handsome in a feminine kind of way. I couldn't quite explain it. His nose, jawline and lips were super fine. His brows were not bushy. It was well-trimmed. His hair were in the shade of brown, brushed up neatly but I could tell, the edges would look rough after a bath. His eyes were the typical red for a vampire, but it surprisingly had a ring of silvery violet in the center. It brought me goosebumps staring at it; the kind where fear and excitement mixed.

I leaned away, narrowing my gaze, uncomfortable with the attention. “Have your eyes always been gold?” he asked. I shook my head. “No, they are green.” “Pay it no mind, my dear. All vampires’ eyes change color after awakening to their gift, and golden eyes indicate a powerful gift.” He patted my shoulder. “I don’t feel any different.” I touched my chest and realized the stab wound was healed, and that my head didn’t hurt, and my body aches were gone. I touched the tube in my arm and the blood bag in my hand.

Her jaw elongated slightly and fangs extended from her mouth, they were too long and curved like a wolf’s canines but with needle-sharp points, and they gleamed in the dim light. Her eyes went completely black. Not just the pupils dilating or the irises darkening, the entire eye, whites and all, filled with this endless darkness that seemed to absorb light instead of reflect it. Veins became visible under her skin, black lines that crawled up her neck and across her cheeks and down her arms, and when she took a step toward him every movement was predatory. Luca backed up and his shoulders hit the wall. “Lily, baby, it’s me.” He kept his voice as level as possible even though his heart was sl

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.

Chapter 16 MY HEART banged hardly inside my chest as horror sketch on my face. Vampires, but unlike Yzmael, they looked--lifeless, and undeniably terrifying. Their complexion were too pale and bluish veins appear underneath their skin. Darkness was already conquering the bleeding sky, and as I looked into their scarlet eyes, I saw nothing but their hunger for something. My eyes widened when I realized what they were craving for. My blood. They were hungry for my blood...

He was wearing a golden armor which Elizabeth reckoned was very heavy and thick, yet his muscles managed to bulge through. Elizabeth, who had just said Oliviér was the most intimidating Werewolf that she had met, swallowed. He did not have a pair of enchanting eyes like Oliviér, but his dark-red eyes were terrifyingly mesmerizing, having thin dark veins on the fair skin underneath his dark-red orbs. The thin veins were pumping with dark blood, and connected with his eyes. These types of Werewolves with veins underneath their eyes were immensely fearsome. They had very little control over their beast, they were more powerful than other Werewolves their ranking and their anger was one word…. L

Barely a minute had passed since my orgasm but my cock was already hardening under her heated gaze, responding to the promise in her eyes. Her eyes met mine again and she bit her lip. The pain was gone now and in its place was a raw, naked hunger that had nothing to do with blood. "Elias," she breathed, my name falling from her lips like a prayer, her voice dropping an octave, husky and wrecked. She shifted in my lap, her hips grinding down against my thigh. I groaned, my head falling back as a wave of lust crashed over me like a tidal wave. The blood. It acted as an aphrodisiac for vampires, a potent stimulant that heightened all senses.