Vampire Gaze Novels & Stories

She had big claw marks on the back of her body. "I will end this," Sebastian said, his expression darkened. "You dare hurt my girl!? I will fucking dice you into mincemeat," he added angrily. His eyes changed its color into bloodlust red. It sent shivers down to Cassandra's spine. It was different from Sebastian she was with earlier; he looks powerful, scary, and dangerous.

My heart skipped a beat. ​“You like what you see, Tiger?” he asked, his deep voice slicing through the tension. ​I looked up, meeting his eyes—one green, one blue—staring back with absolute focus. Something in that mismatched gaze made me feel completely exposed and utterly safe all at once. ​“I asked you a question, Tiger,” he repeated. His tone dropped darker, deeper, thick with intent. ​“Y-yes… I do,” I admitted, the confession barely above a whisper.

You'll find out soon enough. I was staring at the lightest shade of azure eyes I'd ever seen. No, not azure. Not even close. It was a combination of grey and blue that blended and melded into each other. Bluish-grey orbs that looked devoid of life and should have been all sorts of wrong but seemed to want to suck me into them. My eyes traveled up to his messy dark hair and then down to his pointed nose and my God, those lips. It's bad enough that a vampire is standing in front of you and still breathing and yet you are thinking of rutting with him.

I could have used shadow magic to slit their throats, but blood spilled on wolf territory would bring the rest of the pack running before I found what I had come for. Instead, I stepped out of the fog directly in front of them. The first guard gasped, his hand dropping toward his rifle. Before he could raise it, I locked my crimson eyes onto his. "Look at me," I whispered. Eight centuries of vampire blood carried its own kind of power. It poured through my gaze, pulling the guard deeper under my control. His pupils widened until the gold in his eyes disappeared. His partner went still beside him, caught in the same spell before he could react.

“As Mrs Astaroth said, they do not obey orders. We should dispose of her now.” I glanced at him from behind my protector, taking in his every feature as murmurs of agreement rose around the large table. He had luminous ginger hair; his greenish blue eyes filled with the same hatred I saw in Victoria’s. He seemed to be smaller than most vampires that I had seen, with no visible muscles, but that didn’t mean I could underestimate him, he was a vampire after all. “She is not being disobedient, she is simply hesitating because she is afraid, she is in my mind at this very moment begging me not to parade her in front of you all.” Silas replied with a slight laugh, informing the room of another ab

I asked without looking at him. "What happened to you yesterday?" I knew it, he would really ask me questions. I looked up at his eyes, I notice he's very careless...or is it because he doesn't know what I am that's why he's brave to look me in my eyes. I stared into his eyes and he immediately stared into mine. Our eyes glued at each other not because I am fascinated by him and vice versa. But because he's slowly falling into my hypnotism. When a human stares at a vampire's eyes, he will be drowned on it. This is my way of reading a human's mind.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode seven 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. A shiver raked my body as I woke up and noticed that I was naked. But where’s the blanket and……….. My gaze landed on king Damien as he sat on a rocking chair, looking down at me with lust in his eyes. I gulped and tried looking elsewhere, suddenly feeling shy as his gaze pierced me.

Her eyes are nearly glowing at this point, and then I realize she's locked her gaze on me. Her gaze is so intense that my wolf can't resist being closer to her and lunges forward. I don't have to look at myself to know the amber of my eyes has been replaced with near-black orbs. The telltale sign of my vampiric side—a bolder, more defined red ring—is there. It's jarring for most shifters to see that combination, but she doesn't withdraw...

And eyes—gods, those eyes. They went straight through me. Locked on. Unblinking. Undeniable. My breath caught. Not because it was romantic or dramatic or any of the garbage Isolde probably dreamed of when she whispered his name. No. It was because his gaze was too still. Too intent. Like he was reading me—not just my posture, not my clothes or title. Me. Wait.... reading me. Vampires did read minds... right? His gaze was steady and consuming. Curious, almost. But not passive.

They brought their mates from all over the place to the castle, and I was forced to take care of them all. The vampire girl opened her eyes wide to lie because she understood the eyes were the windows to the soul. If she didn't look directly at Harvey, he would immediately suspect. After all, he was two thousand years old, and she was just over a hundred years old. - Strawberry flavored toothpaste, pencil. Maris, did you secretly give birth? - No, no, no. I just like the owl. Owls need to brush their teeth too and pencils are for me to draw on their eyes to make them look even more ferocious. I like that fierce look.