Blue Eyed Devil Meaning Novels & Stories

I know not to disobey him more and immediately obeyed him like a good child. I looked up closely to see the most ironic steel grey eyes staring at my Hazel eyes Deadly His eyes looked so cold like iceberg and dark at the same time. He Give me chills. I don't want him looking at me. I was insecure because for a devil he was sinfully beautiful. My red lips parted in wonder, I have never seen someone so handsome. His eyes followed my lips and licked his own pink ones. Now I was afraid and he said the word I never prayed to hear from him

Green-eyed asserted. “Nobody here can interfere, Sierra. Nobody knows what’s going on,” he told me, following my gaze as it drifted around the room. My breath caught in my throat when I noticed everyone remained frozen in place. What? “What did you do to them?” I barked, fighting against the green-eyed man to rip the man’s eyes out. “I said to let me go, God damnit!” “You’re a feisty one.” The Blue-eyed devil shot me a grin with a wink and I recoiled.

In a few seconds, he was towering over me, pressing a finger on my lips to threaten me, " Sshh! Watch before you speak, Princepessa. I am not your prince charming anymore. I am the devil who is here to suck your soul. If I made you just my fuck body, what will the world call my child? An illegitimate one? In no way, I was going to allow it. Get on the bed and wait for me. I want your back to remember because I really don't wish to kiss your poisonous lips ever which fed me lies for years."

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

A fear I wasn’t ready for. Because the way he looked at me— it wasn’t anger. It was something worse. Something that promised trouble. Something that promised chaos. Something that promised the next storm was already here. And I had no Luca to protect me. Not this time.

“Tell me, how many nights has she slept beside you, thinking you’re just a cursed soul in need of love? What will she do when she sees what you really are?” I turned fast, slamming him into the wall, though my hand passed halfway through him, half shadow, half flesh. “Stay away from her.” Mordecai’s grin didn’t falter. “You can’t threaten me with the same anger that made me. You forget, Azrael, I am you. The part that slaughtered your blood, the part that smiled while the world burned.” “Not anymore.” He leaned close, his whisper colder than winter. “You can dress it in softer colors, share a bed, pretend the devil deserves love, but you and I know what’s coming. Nine months left, remember?

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

‎If I walked into a trap, she still bled. ‎Either way, the night was going to end in bodies. ‎And the first one would be the man who thought he could take her from me. ‎I floored it. ‎Let the devil have mercy. ‎I wouldn’t.

My jaw slackening could not be helped, I had the most strikingly, unbelievably gorgeous men in all realms and universes standing right in front of me, fighting over me. My eyes briefly went to the Devil and I gulped uneasily. I was not expecting him to have such a powerful effect on me, but in those seconds I held eye contact, my mental anguish and angst tripled in intensity. Since the night I provoked the Devil beast out of him, I had not seen his eyes look so frightening. There was an unnerving darkness and sterness saturated in his vehement, soulless silver- blue eyes that made him even more minacious than he normally is.