Angel Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

I can feel my tears rolling down my cheeks. I don’t like this. Stop it, please. "I'm not crazy! Stop this, please! No, I'm not crazy! Just please, stop!" "Hey! Stop that! Heavenly, listen to me!" The stranger successfully reached me and he held both of my hands before he forced me to look at him. There, I saw his peculiar eyes again. Like it’s calling me... I can see a whole new world inside those pair of eyes. "Hey, calm down. Please."

Was it ever mentioned in the Bible that devils were so…. Majestic? Tony, and Mary were uncertain, but currently the two had their pairs of eyes — including everyone's glued to the figures of the two blindingly gorgeous beings. The wistfulness coursing through Mary's veins ever since the arrest was quickly overshadowed by rage as her dark orbs glared so intently yet hatefully at the blond angel. The taste of immense rancor sprouted out of every bud on her tongue urged the bitterness of her mouth — every fiber of Mary's being was brimming with rage.

ANGELA’S POV My eyes flew open and I couldn’t breathe right. Those eyes… fuck, they were pure molten gold, feral, locked on me like I was the only thing in the world. His wolf was right there, barely leashed. My heart slammed against my ribs so hard I felt it in my throat.

Damon’s POV I had no idea this was even possible, I don’t know how I didn’t figure it out sooner. Angel is floating, literally floating off the ground a few inches, she’s glowing a golden yellow. There is an aura around her that everyone can physically see. It’s a moment in history that everyone will talk about for years to come.

He puts on blue navy eyeliner, which makes his beautiful eyes look even prettier, and he puts on orange-flavored lip gloss, putting it in his pocket. Looking at himself in the mirror, he makes a crooked smile and leaves for the party. The pack was almost all there for the party. Many didn't even remember Angel, but they knew he was the son of the beta and the next beta in line. When Angel appeared at the packhouse door, everyone gasped. Although the outfit was most likely something that would be worn in European cities, what caught their eyes was the design of the sweater and the eyeliner on Angel's eyes.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

I could feel my skin tingling and shrinking. I proceeded to the coffin, seeing only the tip of Angel’s nose protruding through the little hole. Slowly, I put down the tray on the lower lid, and opened the upper one, revealing her face. Her skin was shiny, and her clothes were drenched in sweat. Only her nose stood out with its redness from having been exposed to the cold. Her eyes were sleepy, eyelids swollen and darkened. She was palpitating. I reached out my hand to her cheeks and started shaking her head from one side to the other. Her body temperature felt hotter than the white hot explosion of plasma.

I need to hunt a demon. But I do not listen. I am sitting here and getting lost in an angel's eyes. That awkward feeling in my heart has not once faded when she consumes my mind. Every time I take my face away from fake-reading the paper, it just pops up again and knocks on that grey heart in an effort to just grow some light. I know that the moment she will be away, I will be back to who I am, the Devil's son, though something does tell me that feeling will remain. I think I have perhaps not thought this 'wanting to feel a human' thing through.

Gaze deeply filled with hatred and anger at each other. And then... The wings of the grim reaper spread wide. So beautiful were the angel's white and fluffy wings. The devil's wings were thin and black like bats. Horns suddenly appeared from ahead. The ears also change shape like the devil in general. As it turned out, that demon was turning into a handsome boy to trick lost spirits like Ardina. "Prepare to give my brother!" Exclaimed the devil showing off his black and pointy nails. Her teeth looked creepy as her evil smile grew on her lips.

“Nice to meet you. I am your father, Valac.” There was no denying it, this man was my father. He had the same raven hair as I did, the same almond shaped eyes. Though his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep crimson red that had me entranced. I had never seen eyes like his before. All I could focus on were his eyes. I couldn't remember what I had come here for or what I had been thinking. The intense red glow had me paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak, all I could do was stare into the red light right in front of me. I felt a haze begin to form in my mind everything around me seemed to fade as if there were nothing in the world but me and those eyes. I wondered what made them so red, maybe that