Black-eyed Demon Novels & Stories

I could see our opposite auras pushing each other away, but neither was winning the invisible battle. I inhaled the cold, stale air of the desert before proceeding to speak, "Hmmm... I just heard the call of my Emperor. Do you know what He named me now?" Raphael had a tensed look on his face. He must have found my new appearance rather...threatening. His head shook slowly, not believing what I had just become. "No... you can't side with the Darkness!" he yelled, "Aeshma!" "ASMODEUS! Call me by that name!" I quickly interjected, clenching my hands into a tight fist and glowing my eyes red. "I am Asmodeus! Demon prince of Lust. The Archdemon of the Second Circle of Hell."

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

A black bird flew into Derrick's shoulder as he was calmly watching over the newly appointed demons in his realm. As soon as he was able to look into its eyes, his mouth fell wide open, and his jaw hit the floor beneath him. He won't be able to forget those eyes, and he would never forget how Zin looks when he's in his real form.

If I had known they worked for him, I would have listened to that faint voice in my head and ran hard and fast. I knew who he was before I arrived in this country. It was important that lone wolves like Hannah and I learned about the hierarchy of the most powerful packs and who not to cross. He came up on the top of the most feared. Not just in the supernatural world. He ruled the underground world too. A deadly combination of guns and claws. It was rumored that he ripped out hearts if a person just took the wrong breath in his direction. Carmine Moreno or as he was known across all factions— The Demon Wolf.

But the others do. I recognise Dylan first. He sat to the right of Jax, no traces of humour or playfulness detected. His eyes were cold, distant, and profound. I almost don't recognise him. Next to him is a man drenched in tattoos, eyes completely black, and I knew what he was. Demon.

The door to the room I was, flew open, revealing the demon himself, dressed in his all black glory, he was holding a gun, he looked over at me and smirked, dropping the gun on his table, he walked over to his dresser, taking off his rolled up sleeve suit. "You know this is low right, even for you." I said. "I'll take the risk." His very sweet voice echoed around the room, damn, how I've missed that voice. "Lemme guess, you want to 50 shades of gray me." I said, Sacarsm dripping from my words. He gave a full rich laugh, taking off his pants and sliding on his black joggers. "Hmm, kinda." He said. "Look Tyler, in order to avoid any nonsense in the future, just let me go." I said, although, I k

KAYLEEN These things can’t be real. The doctor is gone but I’m not taking them. I’m not going with medications and I’m never gonna believe her. “Why won’t you believe her?” she’s speaking to me again with her creepy face. Her hands touched my cheeks and she leaned closer. “You are a demon. You are a murderer.” Her whispers made me feel like my blood is on its boiling point. “See? You are angry!” she added and dodged my hand attempting to grip on her arm.

"Human... how are you..." Lucien Desrosiers, the Demon King of the dark court, took one stunned step back. The noise behind him died at once. The hall was packed with elders, guards, and newly chosen sacrificial consorts, yet everyone seemed to forget how to breathe. Someone whispered, "She is not afraid of him? The Demon King's whole body carries the lust-curse. Any woman who gets too close starts collapsing within three seconds. Why is she fine?"

she asked, her voice dripping with disbelief. El-Kharis stood abruptly, his chair scraping against the stone floor. "She is under my protection," he snapped. "That is all you need to know." As he turned to leave, a powerful presence filled the room. The temperature seemed to drop as a woman stepped forward, her aura commanding and fierce. Her long black hair flowed like a river of night, and her eyes gleamed a deep, unsettling red. Every demon in the room stood, bowing their heads in respect. Her skin was pale, almost luminescent, and her presence radiated a cold, unyielding power that sent shivers down their spines.

Then she said it. “Lord Asher was here.” Zayla frowned. “I’ve never heard of him,” she said. “Who is he?” Evelyn’s expression tightened. She lowered her voice without meaning to. “He’s… not a man people speak of freely.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” Evelyn hesitated, then said, “Some call him the Golden‑Eyed Demon.” Zayla blinked. That name, she knew. She had heard it in whispers—half‑drunk soldiers, nervous servants, stories told quickly and never twice. A man with no mercy. A man who did not forgive. A man whose eyes were said to look like molten gold when he was angry.