Vampire Gaze Novels & Stories

She turned, caught me, and blinked. Then said, “You good?” “Yeah.” “You were staring.” “I was thinking.” “About what?” I hesitated. “You.” Her eyebrows lifted slightly as she tilted her head a bit. “Careful, vampire. That almost sounded like a feeling.” “Don’t worry,” I said. “I’ll keep it buried.” She chuckled. “Do that.” But she did not look away right away, and neither did I.

What the hell had gone wrong? Her eyes met his own as she stood, and she gasped in shock. The black iris remained unchanged, but his hazel eye was glowing deep scarlet—a sign that a vampire was close to going rogue from lack of food. The man before her was fighting to keep his beast leashed; he needed to indulge, and he needed to do so immediately. She didn't even consider her actions, as she stepped towards the large male and bared the left side of her neck.

She says provocatively. I don't want to look at her, however, her alluring tone that sounds like a lovely song pulls my eyes back to her as my brows knit displeasedly. This woman, who I believe is a vampire based on how she killed her prey, might have used some spell to control me or perhaps hypnotise me. I find that explanation so absurd. I see her looking coquettishly at me as she delivers her finger inside her mouth and sucks it. She hums in pleasure, and I gulp in fear.

I feared that if it would be just a task in his eyes, I would be disappointed. Logic should have told me to step away from him, to not let him come near me again. But my body and my wolf were making it hard for me to listen to my brain. His eyes were smoldering hot and it was an effort to just breathe while holding his gaze for so long. Nobody could hold his gaze for long and not cower in fear. Jasper’s eyes had something feral and something enticing about them, a predator’s gaze mixed with that of a passionate master, a master hellbent on teaching me how to not give in to the carnal desires a vampire lord could invoke, while making much more erupt inside of me.

Chapter 63 Lady Lucia looked at the man that had turned her into a vampire and involuntarily shuddered. Rage stood staring at her with a smirk on his face. His midnight black eyes were so intent and probing, she knew with the flick of his iris, he could cause her infinite pain. On either side of him were his vanquishers, ugly-looking beasts with battle scars covering their bare chests, and hands almost gracing the floor.

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.

With a serious face, Frey started talking about herself. There are two types of vampires.Pureblood and mixed-blood vampires.Pure-blooded vampires are the original descendants of ancestral vampires.While mixed vampires are obtained in various ways such as marriage between humans and vampires, or other ways.Frey is a pure-blooded vampire who has a body that looks the same as a human.Even so, she also has strength that exceeds ordinary humans.

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.

Sebastian observed how she leaned a little showing the cleavage of her breasts, something that caused him disgust, but revenge was a dish that was served cold and had the satisfaction that their hearts would freeze in that cold hell the moment he removed it from their chests, the king's eyes were turning red little by little, which had managed to strain the family, but there was someone there who was so ignorant that she was convinced that that red flash of the king was due to desire and not anger, because no one had ever seen desire in the king's eyes, it was a pity that the only vampire who had seen it knew very well that color was a small lilac almost pink, which indicated that he felt ec