Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

Vito doesn’t raise his voice… he breaks souls in silence. Power drips from him like blood from a blade. He doesn’t walk—he prowls. Mercy is foreign to him, love is a weapon, and obedience is the only prayer he answers. He doesn't punish with fists, he punishes with precision. Smiling while he destroys, whispering sweetly as he ruins you. How do I cope with such a devil, he stood up and was already leaving, is he leaving me like this to tie towel? “Are you really leaving me like this? I’m cold, and I do the able to leave this room with this towel” I said.

He snapped a couple of pictures, and then he sat on the bed. “So what now? Should I get dressed?” He stared at me. His brown eyes looked dark and evil. “Yes, you should," he replied coldly. I watched as his fingers ran over the buttons of his phone. Who the hell was he texting? “What's wrong?” I quickly got dressed. He did not answer me. “Pebbles, are you in there? Open the fucking door!” What the fuck was the devil doing here? Chris got up and opened the door. “I'm sorry," he whispered as he left me alone to confront the devil.

Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta′s paradise Keep spending most our lives Living in a gangsta's paradise Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me Tell me why are we so blind to see That the ones we hurt are you and me. The music played on He stopped outside of the gate to observe the environment, an old woman was sitting in the garden with a boy of about sixteen, they were eating, next to them was a bodyguard, the bodyguard was holding an axe, if he wants to kill them he knew that the bodyguard could not stop him.

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

It stops less than an inch from mine, so close that I can’t possibly look away from the matte black pits of its eyes. “Yes,” Amos agrees, grinning. “I will have her. She will be mine.” I screw my eyes shut. I can’t bear the sight of the demon in front of me any longer. “What do I have to do?” I ask weakly, all traces of my former bravado washed away with the rain. “It’s simple,” Amos assures me. “All you have to do is let me take you over completely. And then you’ll see. You’ll see… everything.”

Kent became stiff. One small move from him, and his head flies off. Unbeknownst to her, she was once again strangling his best warrior. Her face was fully shown, looking particularly in his general direction. As they witnessed the discoloration of the irises in her eyes, it shocked them to the core. She was blind, and they were baffled at how she moved so accurately. Devan clenched his fists hard enough to draw blood. Now he regrets killing Blair early.

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.

words stated furiously. Ox, eyes widened. His knife was already thrown away far from him. He then stand up with that still smile on his face while wiping the small amount of blood on his lips. “A person who wears a mournful dress, and always in a dark blue cloak. Mystic butterfly that always follow him around. More so, the extremely intimidating aura that will make you hallucinate your own death — the Blue Devil. So, you are our honorable guest, Mr. Aoi Akuma of the Dark Moon." “If you know then, back off!” voice was so chilly deep and very threatening.

Life has some great ironies. ... "He's like a handsome devil, ugh so annoying!" Blair chuckled at her bestfriend's words. Her and Jessica were looking up Calvin Cartier online. She had to admit, with his perfectly tanned skin, pinkish lips, strong jaw and straight nose, he was no less than a Greek God. But what striked her the most were his eyes. They were unlike any other she had ever seen. A perfect mix of brown and green with some specks of gold. They looked somewhere between hazel and amber.

Angry at the disturber of my peace, ready to confront anyone on the other side of the door, I wide opened it, but the person standing behind them was not who I expected to see. Actually, I’ve never seen the blond angel that stood in front of me… The blond angel with the entrancing blue eyes quickly transformed into the devil, the devil who provoked me, the devil who brought the worst out of me on the surface. The devil whose brave, taunting eyes will haunt me for the rest of eternity. The devil whose words kept me awake all night because they brought revelation and shed some new light on the events that occurred in the last few days. Philip’s stupid girlfriend was pregnant.