Blue Eyed Devil Book Novels & Stories

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

I swear he was created by the devil, because looking that good has to be sinful. Before I know it he turned around locking eyes with me that said ‘I want you right the f*ck now." Our gazes never left each other, and we both filled the hallway with substantial amounts of lust and need. I noticed his ocean blue eyes start swirling with an odd aqua color.

My drunk brain takes one look at this scene and declares, with absolute certainty— “Why the hell did no one ever say the devil had pink fucking eyes?”

The devil has a way, his eyes had nothing but I knew behind those pools of nothingness were thousands of emotions he masks. "And you," his attention directed to the asshole who ordered to undress me. He was shivering under his lethal gaze, I stood next to him. "I'll take the lead," For the first time I felt like I'm not alone in this I have an ally. Our eyes locked and I saw something in those blue pools but it passed like a shadow before I could see it.

That old guy pointed at the bookshelf two rows farther. Ryan found a lot of books there, which caught his eyes. While checking out those, he chose a book “Eye of the evil” written by K. Miller. It was a story of a killer who had two different eye colors. His eyes full of rage, resent, one could see a burning hell in his eyes. How that killer killed all of his prey with his own designed equipment and the reasons behind murders, caught in Ryan’s attention. He bought this book.

he warned. I held my breath, my eyes followed the devil as he exited my tiny bedroom, if you could call it that. It was more like a cage; cold and restricting. There was only one window, and that one window was my only source of light. It allowed the sunlight to illuminate the moss-filled walls during the day, and then the moonlight would peek in through it at night. I carelessly spread my bed and then I discarded my nightgown replacing them with simple blue jeans and a long sleeve sweater. I decided against taking a shower. Who knows what would transpire if the devil had to come back in here.

The methods he uses for killing or ‘talking’ aren't jokes. “Trust me. It’s my fucking business,” Devil says, stepping closer. Now they’re nose to nose, well, as close as they can be. The girl barely reaches his shoulders. “And how is that?” she dares him, eyes cool. “He’s my old man,” Devil says. In the corner of my eye, I see Chaos, Devil’s father. As usual, his face gives nothing away. “Ah, that’s fine then,” she says. “I’m Violet. Apparently… you’re my older brother. Steven?”

Scared to see his pitch dark blue eyes which were filled with killing intent as he wants to strangle her to death. She reminisced about the moment of the past when he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death. That day, she was frightened to see his dark blue eyes filled with killing intent as she was now. Today he was looking at the same DEVIL as he looked at that day. He was staring at her with his bloodshot red eyes. It was like his stare was piercing through her soul.

Smiling menacingly, he grabbed the nearby tree and said, "Another gift is ready for you, Satan. I hope you will have fun this time." After that, the green-eyed devil disappeared from there in the broad daylight. ★★★★ Support this book using your stones. Thank you.