Vampire Eyes Twilight Novels & Stories

"We've been tryi--" "Victoria," the woman interrupted, her voice cutting through the air like a sharp blade. Visenya was taken aback by the sudden interruption, but it gave her an opportunity to truly see the woman before her. Despite her malnourished appearance, Victoria possessed a striking beauty. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, a stark contrast against her pale, porcelain skin. And those eyes, a deep crimson hue, unmistakably marked her as a vampire. The intensity of her gaze revealed a profound hatred, yet it also allowed Visenya to confirm her vampire lineage.

I pushed the book slightly toward her and she, to my surprise, took it. Gwen opened the book and read the first page. “‘Vampire eyes can be a range of colors, including yellow, orange, and even green or blue. A vampire's eyes can change colors depending on their mood—red or yellow to symbolize anger, yellow or blue to indicate sadness, or green to signify peace.’” She stopped and looked up at me, angered. "Great. I knew it. Wendall wants to eat me, and Vicktor hates me." She closed the book and ran her fingers threw her hair.

Relief flooded her, but almost immediately, the fiery heat in her body surged, overwhelming her. She slid down against the wall, her strength giving out, and pulled off her T-shirt in an attempt to cool down. Her breathing was heavy, and her pounding heartbeat echoed in her ears. Her entire body felt as though it were being devoured by ants, the sensation unbearable. She couldn’t stop the soft, stifled moans that escaped her lips. Suddenly, a sharp click pierced the air, and the lights flicked on. Tara’s vision blurred, her consciousness slipping away. Through her hazy gaze, she saw a tall, striking man walking toward her.

I heard some like to discuss with their victims first. His face was blank as he looked me over and I could almost swear I perceived something sweet, like the morning after the club. He came closer and I could feel the air electrify, those gray-green eyes swept over me, taking in every bit. I felt like an artifact at an auctioning house, those silver eyes raked over me. Silver? What in the Twilight shit is going on here? I wasn't aware werewolves could change the colors of their eyes, I don't even know shit about being one. Is this normal, or does this happen when he gets bloodlust?

She can't still pinpoint his category- newborn, master, or elite, other than that he is a vampire. She remembered her eyes before everything had gone black; they are the most beautiful ones she has come across. They are not dull brown or dark brown. It's a balance in between which can only be described as the color of honey. Honey brown that is so light she could see the specks in his eyes.

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?"

I would proudly wear it every day in their honour. As soon as I was dressed, my father and mother were waiting outside my door and I followed them to the privy council meeting. I could hear the low rumbles as we walked in and I just loved seeing the shock on their faces when they saw me. I knew it had everything to do with my sparkling red eyes that showed what I was now. When a female was turned, her eyes turned red after her first feed. Male vampires’ eyes were a dull amber colour when they were born and turned red as soon as they fed on human blood. Vampires that fed on animal blood also had amber eyes. The difference was that all of them were luminescent red. Mine was ruby red. There was

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.

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.

‘She’s alive…’ “Grr!” The beast groaned as it tried to get up. Its white fur was tainted with blood just like how Layla’s clothes were soaked with her blood. It turned in his direction with its green eyes shining in the dark. They were like jewels in the night but instead of joy, the green pigments in its spheres yelled death. And just like how Zev interpreted the glow in the beast’s eyes, it leaped over him in less than a second despite its size and without further ado, the vampire whom he was planning to kill fell on its fangs.