Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

She stumbled backward, her heart hammering in panic. Strong hands caught her wrists. And then— A deep, familiar voice. “Enough.” Hema’s eyes widened in shock. She looked up. Zayden. A Scene of Power He stood tall and imposing, dressed in all black, his sleeves rolled up, revealing the veins running down his strong arms. His blue-gray eyes flickered with something dangerous. Something deadly. His jaw was clenched, his expression unreadable. Hema could barely process the overwhelming presence of him. But then—

The soothing melody of a sad blues song began to play from its speakers. "Shuffle," Ayra commanded and the upbeat tune immediately replaced the previous song. Ayra closed her eyes, trying to lull herself into sleep when the lyrics of the song's chorus registered in her brain and she was jerked awake instantly. ~Chase me, Chase me~ ~And I'll run to the world's end~ ~Where the skies are blue and your eyes can't reach~ She shot to her feet, a sudden surge of adrenaline-boosting her as she reached for the contract and read it in its entirety once more.

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

Present " I love you too," I said when I opened my eyes. And he was standing there looking at me. His eyes'd changed colors from golden to icy blue and now, they were a deep emerald green, the exact same color as mine, and they glowed with an intensity I had never witnessed before. A slash of silver crossed each one, the moon's reflection making them sparkle like dancing crystals. The emerald irises appeared to be swirling in circles, creating the illusion that his eyes were never-ending. Flecks of darker emerald clustered around each pupil made my breath catch in my throat. Suddenly, from cold or horror, I could not speak. The sodden blanket was heavy, the coldness in my heart flowed out an

ELLA : I don't believe my eyes, what I just saw, I was still hoping that it was my illusion but no it turned out to be real, the devil killing someone right in front of my eyes. I wasn't afraid of the devil’s cruel experience but his betrayal ached my heart. Why? Why did he do that? It was so hard for me to trust him and then open my heart for him but what did he do? He has cut open my heart with his betrayal and now I am bleeding internally.

There was a strange servant who refreshed his soul with his breath. He pulled the wheelchair back firmly. And shocked, he turned towards him. So why do you want to die? She looked at her face. There was no fear in her eyes, and this made her happy sitting in front of her. We have to leave?" He was still talking when Jain reminded him from behind. The devil answered him looking at her beautiful face. Deep blue eyes with a glassy appearance, sharp nose, pink full quivering lips. She was very beautiful, but her scent intoxicated the Devil's senses.

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

They are common features of scary stories around every Pack, so the idea of Nikita being one is a fear to all of us. "They are blue. So is Aria's," the girl mumbles, nodding to me. Everyone's attention swarmed to me, and I immediately shook my head. I have been subject to their talk once before, but that was quickly stolen after the Rose and Kendall incident. I feel tempted to shield my eyes. "No, hers are lighter," Pheonix points, and her little follower Macie nods her head. "Yours, Nikita, are violet." There is no way the Devotion Pack member can deny that fact. Her eyes are not a normal colour, and as much as she tried hide it under that blonde fringe of hair, we all see it, and Malik mus

Beautiful in a way that still hurts. ‎Black tux cut to kill. ‎Eyes scanning the room like he’s cataloguing threats. ‎And then those eyes find me. ‎Across champagne flutes and chandeliers and two years of distance. ‎They find me. ‎And the glass slips from my fingers. ‎Shatters on marble like gunfire. ‎Because the devil I prayed I’d never see again just walked straight back into my life. ‎And the woman still holding my hand—the woman who just called me the kind of girl her grandson deserves—is Olga Romanov.

Saliha was seeing this girl for the first time. “You guys are going to serve us for the next six months,” said the blond curly-haired girl. “Means the whole semester,” said Blondie. Just then, the door opened and a boy who had deep green eyes entered the room. His aura reminds her of the ‘Devil’. He was tall with broad shoulders and the gray T-shirt he was wearing was showing his abs and perfect toned body, but the most heavenly thing about him were his eyes. They were sharp, hunters, intense but not as intense as the Roman’s, the devil, but she could tell he was as dangerous as the Roman was.