Vampire Gaze Novels & Stories

Chapter 7 Their gazes met across the vast hall, and Caelum felt the world narrow to that single point of connection. The vampire's lips curved in the barest suggestion of a smile, cold and predatory and promising. Caelum stared back with all the hatred he could summon, letting it burn in his green eyes like emerald fire. "Well, well," the vampire said, his cultured voice carrying easily across the distance. "What fire burns in this one." The vampire's tongue darted out, just the tip, to wet his lower lip. The gesture was brief and unconscious, but Caelum saw it. Saw the way those silver eyes darkened, pupils dilating slightly as they traced the line of his throat, the curve of his jaw.

Harry said looking at her bright shining eyes. "I was spying on you to see if you had broken the law," she said. "And by doing this you have made me angry. Get ready to suffer the consequences." Suddenly he had taken a dangerous approach. As soon as she saw it, rays started coming out of his eyes. He wanted to burn her to ashes.

The gaze of the two became deep, their eyes never shifting away and the little black iris in the dull eyes of the zombie and the honeyed coloured phoenix eyes of the little girl swirled like a storm as if challenging which one has the strongest and influential gaze that can attract the two of them and will be the first to admit defeat. "Okay, okay. I won't look at her anymore Quiliu. I won't look" Xia sighed in defeat, she was very embarrassed to look straight to the dull eyes of the zombie in front of her but she was still reluctant to retract her gaze from the not-so-obvious handsome face that was covered in grey skin and a lot of unshaven beard of this silly zombie in front of her. "Reall

My vision blurred for a second and when it cleared, Zariel was standing over me, his eyes burning with an angry expression. The look wasn't just an angry one. It was feral. Just like the ones I'd seen in the eyes of those vampires that attacked me. Boy, his irises were bloodshot, the veins stark against the whites, like he hadn't slept in days. He looked like someone who had spent the whole day smoking. “Get out!” He commanded. The words came out in a low and deadly way. I didn't want to believe that he was the one saying those words.

Slowly, I lifted my gaze, my heart thudding against my ribs. And there he stood. The vampire. His tall figure was shrouded in darkness, the thin moonlight seeping through the shards of my broken window casting silver streaks along his impossibly still form. His eyes—those sharp, piercing eyes—glowed like molten silver, trained on me as though he could see clear through to my soul. I should have been frightened. But I was not. I pushed off the bed, standing my ground. "What do you want with me?" My voice was more steady than I was.

She marched toward the car, tried to look through the windshield; it showed a bearded man at the steering wheel, staring at her in a creepy manner. She moved forward and placed a knock on the window. The driver lowered the glass and showed his face. On just one exchange of looks with him, currant of fright ran through her body. Not only was his beard scary but his big light-grey eyes made it hard for her to maintain her stance. He turned to pick something from the backseat and abruptly hurled a box at her. She was alarmed, fearing that it could be bomb, she caught with a strong grip, taking a close look at it. "Here you go," he said, disgustingly chewing a gum with opened mouth.

With every nerve ending coming alive at the slight hint of contact, my gaze instantly snaps to his lips. His fangs are completely elongated, to the point they're poking his bottom lip. I lift my eyes to his, finding them blazing deep crimson, similar to the vampires I just killed. For a second, I wonder if he hasn't been getting the deliveries of blood I've been sending for him. It's a passing thought because I'm only focused on his blazing gaze and touch, setting me alight. I turn my entire body to face him and run both hands through his hair. Both of his arms snake around me, one flat on my back and pulling my body flush against his, and the other runs up my spine until it fists my hair.

My Guards assure me he's still there, which means at least that he's not escaping. I can't shake the uneasy feeling though. It's completely drained me. “I'm going to see a Gaze Reader,” I mutter of a spoon of cereal. Gaze Readers are magical beings from the Devotion Pack. They have the ability to look into your eyes and see what you have seen, and what you will. I need to know if what I've been seeing is real, or just a fabrication in my mind. “I suppose that's an option,” Cal mused, giving me an immediate feeling that he's not fully opposed to the idea, however, seems speculative.

She's the chosen one so she'd naturally feel attached to our species without even knowing. "Uhm, do you want me to set up a bed for you?" She asked me. "I wouldn't be sleeping." "So you're just going to sit there and watch me sleep?" "Basically. Or I could lay on the bed with you if you'd like." I shot her a smirk knowing full well what effect it had on her. Vampires could sense pretty well human emotions. She took a dazed glance at my lips then refocused back on my eyes. "N-no there would be more than fine." With that, she hopped on her bed and grabbed her laptop making me frown while watching her silently.

I can't see any blood other than the wolf's blood but I can smell vampire blood, I look around trying to find any sign when the smell of eucalyptus and peppermint hits me hard, Nova is going crazy screaming one word over and over "MATE!!!" I turn, looking around the clearing for the source of the alluring smell, until my eyes fall on the most gorgeous man I have ever seen. he is at least a foot taller than me, dark brown hair and piercing blue eyes. He is in a black polo shirt, black pants and boots, he is quite intimidating especially when he is just standing there staring.