Black Demon Eyes Novels & Stories

The Devil would inevitably find her and keep her with him forever. Heavy beads of teardrops glided from her eyes to her pale cheeks, tracking down to her jaw before dropping onto her red top, dissolving into the damp cloth. She did exactly what she had always done; she took a few quick steps backward and stood as far away from him as possible in the dark basement. His face wasn't fully visible due to the darkness, and his massive body completely blocked the hallway illumination from reaching into the room. The salty taste of the mixture of her hot tears and cold sweat warned her just how incredibly anxious she was.

I lifted my head to look at him and my eyes widened when it landed on his face. His eyes... His green eyes... green like an emerald. I gasped when realization dawned upon me. "Finally, I was able to connect with you." He said while looking straight at me, his voice was echoing in this dark void. My lips parted with shock. My mind can’t seem to process what the heck is going on. I can’t move any part of my body. I feel like I’m frozen like a statue, even my eyes were locked on his. What am I exactly seeing right now?

Edward asked back in amazement at the splendor of the demon's eye. “Yes, I will give you what you have always wanted. In return, you just have to do me a favor,” the demon eye explained. “The thing I've always wanted? What do you want me to do for you?" Edward was puzzled and replied. He needed more information in the demon eye's words. “I need human blood and the soul of someone who has just died,” the demon eye bluntly demanded. "WHAT? So it's not like you asked me to kill people? I can't do that,” Edward frowned and shook his head. He does not want to do illegal things that affect his family and himself.

Something worse. He stands roughly two inches taller than me. His black hair is combed back. Slick with gel. His color scheme is black and white. Like a panda. But nothing like said animal. He walks with vigor and a domineering prowess. But what kicks everything into limbo is his face. It sharp. Too sharp. It seems to be made of porcelain. Almost as white as my skin. But something else. Like it's been bleached. Bleached with so many chemicals it has no hope of returning to any healthy color. His eyes are grey. Almost like storm clouds. No. Nothing like storm clouds. I know that color too well. It can only be described in my words as the color of dead elephant skin.

He chuckles grimly, his lips stretching diabolically to release a dark grin as he leers in, “You? Do you dare dream of getting rid of me after the vow that binds us? I flush with embarrassment and he rescinds to relish in my pensive state. Shoving his elbow into the top of Mortiz’s seat and fisting his hand against his jaw, he assumes a tilt of his head and cunningly smiles at me. It’s not particularly a beautiful expression a Vampire should make. But…I gulp with turmoil. It’s a whole world different when it’s an undisputed beauty like this doing the staring. It should make anyone wring with dread as those fiery eyes are predatory and nightmarish. Devon’s eyes are very beautifully brimmed wi

He drawled, and I bet he thinned those evil eyes at me because my skin started crawling uncomfortably underneath his watchful gaze, the hairs at the back of my neck standing on alert. “I needed some air.” I raised my glass to my lips, hiding the threatening tick of a muscle on my jaw before turning to my left and facing him. Black eyes stared back at me intently. Even underneath the night sky and lights, I could see the evil swirling just beneath his black orbs. The obsidian that coated his whites made him the true incarnation of evil. Not even a tinge of warmth whatsoever. And they say I was evil. If there was a fusion of both angels and demons, Damir would 70% be a demon and 30 an angel. I

I freeze in shock. The only eyes I've ever seen turn black this way are mine, which comes from my demon side. Was that what she was? I look up at Blair, who is still chanting, now only louder, with beads of sweat forming on her forehead. She falls to her knees as Amara continues to scream; her eyes are full black now. I can see Blair's eyes glowing violently white before she gasps and drops her hands. Amara's body instantly relaxes, and her eyes turn back to normal. They're both breathing heavily; I cup Amara's cheeks and kiss her all over her face, trying to calm both of us. She lets out a weak laugh as she grips her chest.

I smile down at him but it disappears with the realization that he can't see it. "Y-yeah, maybe." But a slight smile graces Nathaniel's lips. He tilts his face up to where mine is, but just a little off-center. When he does this I nearly drop my books. His face is thin but his jaw is squared. The glasses he wore are in fact not sunglasses, but framed glasses whose lenses adjust to the lighting. And right now, they are clear and show off golden brown eyes. His eyes look different though, as if a lunar eclipse overlapped the sun, haunted, as in ghostly around the pupils.

I want to sculpt her, just like this. I close my eyes and immortalize the image, her face tipped to the sky, her eyes shut tight in terror and thrill as the skies roar down at her, her tears swirling with the rain as her pale skin takes a deathly hue, her mouth set to scream out her pain as she fights whatever demons hold her captive, her sensual neck, ripe and ready for a rough bite. My beast goes feral at the image wanting— needing to tear off her clothes and take her right there in an open parking lot.

His eyes turned darker, a profound chasm. I tried not to let my terror show. I didn’t give him a chance to fight back. I kicked him on his neck, giving me enough force to fly away. I put the sword back in the holster. Then I drew a deep breath and slammed my hands together, unleashing a blast of powerful blows that made the demon growl, its eyes widening. With full force, I dashed back onto him and stabbed the motherfucker into his eye.