Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

that wasn't even spoken on earth, but still I could hear part of it. I heard destruction, then control, but the rest became faint to me. Just as he continued to chant on, my vision changed and I saw his piece of clothing change into a dark red robe. It grew so long that if he stood at the hall room, it would reach down to the entrance and still rolled outside. His eyes turned to what looked like a Wolf's red eyes, but only, it showed glimpse of blur in it. Almost as if those eyes were part blue and part red. I remembered stories my grandma used to tell us, where she said that the colour of midnight blue was present in a deity's eyes such as werewolves, or witches or in this case, the devil

I imagined the fear in her eyes when she realized who was after her. My reputation as Adriano Rion Giordani, known as “The Devil,” preceded me, and soon she would understand why. Minutes turned into hours. I began to grow restless. My hands were itching for killing. Where the fuck is Matteo? What is taking his time? I stopped working, checked the time (9:30 PM), and he walked in, still on my mind. “Did you find her?” I demanded. “Yes, sir,” he responded. “She doesn’t have a stable residence. It was difficult to—”

She sat at her desk, filing her nails. "You guessed right," I replied, resting my elbows on the table. "What's the urgency?" Alessa stopped filing her nails and looked at me attentively. "I found out their names," she said. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she figured it out so quickly. She continued when she saw my confusion. "The new boys, the blond one is called Basael, the redhead is Kanael, and the dark-haired one is Afael. Isn't it weird? Everything ends with 'ael.'"

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

Yes, she can see him angry but not the change in his eye color. He didn’t even transform, so the rumor was true. The ruthless Alpha King of The Blue Moon pack has the devil’s eyes. He was more dangerous and superior with his bloodshot, raging eyes. “Y-Your... eyes. . .” Emily uttered, trembling. “So, the rumor is true,” Emily added, couldn’t believe what she was seeing. “Yes, it’s true. The rumors were true, Emily,” he answered nonchalantly. “I have the devil’s eyes that everyone fears.”

The Bastard Devil was on the brink of transformation. It once been a Bloody Eye, that at the time passed, becoming a young man who looks like a snow in white. He was also cold, vicius-looking, yet every woman who lead their eyes at him would fall for sure. His good looks seemed his threatening aura to be his charm, every woman who admire good-looking young man sure to never resist the temptation. And that's would be their bloody end. This young man that was a Devil never love, he has a deep hatred to living people of this world. So how could he love someone raised in this place? He wouldn't do such a thing so he only killed his way to his revenge.

My eyes were still fixed on him till he shifted away. He gave a faint, breathless laugh, but there was no humour in it—just disbelief. “Now I think I finally understand why they called you that. You’re the devil's mate, so it makes sense.” I'd rather be with an angel right now. “Don't say it like that,” I sighed. “I haven't done anything to earn that name and it's not like I actually wanted to be his mate or anything.” “Everyone knows the White-Eyed devil made the soil fertile again. The White-Eyed Devil handled a shapeshifter alone,” He said smoothly. “It's been years— decades since one has even been spotted and trust me, the chances of defeating one are close to zero.”

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.

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.