Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

Something didn’t feel right, as if he missed something. “Devon…” Lucas called out his name. Besides being his Beta, Lucas was also Devon’s close friend, or rather only friend. He had been friends with Devon before he became the Alpha supreme. “Devon, are you alright?” Lucas nudged his shoulder, trying to get to him. Devon opened his eyes. However, his deep blue colored eyes changed into a deep red color staring into the distance. “Devon..” Lucas tried to point out the change but was interrupted by Devon.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

The man standing over the victim continued to inflicted the bar on his back. "Now that's a proper beating" the devil's voice echoed into the room as he stepped in. The cold aura emanating from him sent shivers to the body of all the men in the room almost making them tremble. The devil was back! The man in blue pants turned. As his eyes met the blue sparkling eyes of the boss, it showed an indifferent expression. Although he looked slightly amused with the situation going.. "You're back. So early?" Charles asked Freeing the shirtless man beneath him.

“Lord Evan? What brings you here?” The King of Baden groaned lazily from the bed and the whores around him giggled at the hoarseness of his voice. They couldn’t help but caress his solid body with their soft palms. His hard muscles were carved sharply, keeping every curve and edge in mind. The creator must have devoted his entire focus when he was building such a god-like specimen. His piercing molten blue eyes glared at the Lord menacingly, and thin pink lips quirked in a smile as the Lord gulped nervously. Henry loved this. This power. He loved the fear that shone in the eyes of people whenever they thought of him.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Her eyes glowed in the dark from the power of the gem inside of her. Suddenly the ground trembled, and tentacles of shadows stretched towards her. Behemoth was quick to pull her to his side, and he looked around to see who would be bold enough to mess with his mate. That was when he saw him. The devil's son emerging from the shadows, his eyes burning with a dark fire. "Hello Behemoth; I believe your mate has something that I need." At the mention of his mate, Behemoth growled, and shifted into his beast form. He was about to lurch forward, but the angel stepped in.

The red-haired vampire bawled in frustration, glaring at me with the most hateful eyes I had ever seen in my life. "Who did you just call a devil?" Blake's voice thundered and seemed to shake the ground as it shot fear into everyone. They all cowered, but the red haired vampire made no movement as he appeared extremely exasperated at everything happening. I was like a prey item in his eyes, which he had vowed to devour. Just the way his eyes darken when they rest on me tells us so well how much he would devour me once given the chance. "That dirty thing behind you is the devil who has blinded and turned you stupid. You are clearly a fool now. Just so you know... kill us for a werewolf, basta

I shrieked as I was yanked from my hiding spot. He slammed me against a tree, my breath knocked from my lungs. I gasped, trembling beneath his intense gaze. “P-please—” His gun pressed against my temple and he gently slid it down my cheek. I went still. Paralyzed under the stern gaze of his piercing grey eyes and the fear that if I moved, he might blow my brains out. Tears mixed with the rain streamed down my face. I shut my eyes and patiently waited for the final shot, the pain, the end of everything.

He looked hard and dangerous and masterful and he ticked every single box that she had when it came to a temporary bedmate. But what really set Ice apart from every other drop-dead sexy Road Devil, at least for Vixen, were his eyes. Oh, not their color, though they were an incredible blue, the kind of blue that could be seen clear across a dark, smoky bar. A blue that stopped you where you stood, just stole your breath as strong as jumping into a frozen lake in January. His eyes were so damn cold, so emotionless, so frightening.