Demon Gaze Novels & Stories

It was so hot I winced but Ares didn't let it go until the flames licked at the roof of my mouth before he shot it straight at the demon's long hair. The red locks were set on fire and went up like dry hay. The demon was still crouched over and grabbing himself from our last attack. His eyes rolled upward to see the blaze and his irises turned black. "Enough!" he roared. The fire went out. He uncurled from his painful little ball. He pointed a finger at us. "I will bathe in your tears, the agony of your soul before I rip the flesh from your bones." Odd, why did he look a lot more put together in the space of seconds than he had right after Ares' attack?

My Guards assure me he's still there, which means at least that he's not escaping. I can't shake the uneasy feeling though. It's completely drained me. “I'm going to see a Gaze Reader,” I mutter of a spoon of cereal. Gaze Readers are magical beings from the Devotion Pack. They have the ability to look into your eyes and see what you have seen, and what you will. I need to know if what I've been seeing is real, or just a fabrication in my mind. “I suppose that's an option,” Cal mused, giving me an immediate feeling that he's not fully opposed to the idea, however, seems speculative.

There were at least six of them, moving among the trees with that blurred speed that made them look like ghosts. And with them, something else. Something big. The demon emerged from the forest like a stain of darkness taking shape. It was larger than the lesser demons described in the reports. Nearly eight feet tall, its skin like volcanic stone cracked with glowing lines of fire like veins of lava. Its eyes were burning yellow embers, and sulfurous vapor rolled from its open mouth, warping the air around it. The vampires flanked it. One held something small and glowing in his hand and murmured words I recognized immediately.

Scattered like broken dolls across the ground. Drained husks, skin pale and shriveled, eyes sockets empty black holes staring at nothing. Garr's body was closest, his massive frame twisted in a final spasm, mouth frozen in a silent scream. Claws marks raked across his chest, tails had whipped him bloody before the demons sucked him dry.

She could not imagine that there could be such a variety. The Kozzonnuth realm demons, their skin was almost lucid, such a light color as if they would blend within the waters, they swim in. These demons had gills on their necks and had four eyes upon their faces. Vastria was in awe looking at the pictures. Their eyes were pitched black with light blue irises. They did not seem real, but nothing in this new world would ever seem real. In the description, it stated that these demons were experts on the water element magic. They can survive in all types of water and can conjure water where there is none.

He started to leave, together with his other brothers but his eyes never left mine. As I looked at him, I can see his crystal eyes and his face clearly with the help of the moonlight. He was so handsome. I felt a different kind of connection as I looked at him beneath the light of the moon. His gaze was like a magnet, as he walked away, I can also feel half of myself walking away from the other half. I can't explain this kind of feeling. What is happening? HECTOR POV

While not a Fallen Angel in the formal sense, it's depressed price relative to the growing fundamental case for silver makes it worth considering. A desire to control others is the underlining reason behind all this, and who is the father of control but the fallen angel, Lucifer, who lost control and hates all that is from Yahveh.

"Saye, what is that you want me to see-" I say as I enter but pause with wide eyes and back hitting against the wall, shocked. "What the hell is that?" One of the boys, the youngest, has some one-eye creature. It's like a dark gooey substance paste, and someone just glued those plastic eyes for arts and crafts. Its round yellow eyes look around frantically. I feel a chill running down my spine, seeing how disgusting it is. "In the Demon Realm, these are called Carcurus; they are low-level creatures that find a victim and stick themself on a host sucking the life force out of them."

The girl questioned, sitting on my right, in a condescending tone, although I could almost taste her fear. I laughed acidly, "I'm not blind, dummy! And did you guys forget that all of my senses are extremely enhanced? I can't see how you look but I can see your energy. So yeah, stop staring at me. Or I'm going to go out without this damn thing covering my eyes!" The girl tried to sit a little away from me after that last part and I smiled at that. It's quite funny that while everyone hates me, she rather feels fear than hatred.

Like he was crawling out of my own wet, wicked thoughts. Eight feet of raw, muscle-thick sin. Horns curved back from his temples, black as onyx. Eyes glowing like molten gold. His chest was bare, runed and tattooed in dark markings that pulsed faintly under his skin. His claws flexed as he looked around, nostrils flaring, already searching for me. Then his gaze found me. “You called me,” he said, voice like cracked stone soaked in honey. “You reek of need.” His eyes dropped lower. I hadn’t bothered with robes. Just the leather corset I laced myself into and thigh straps beneath. The kind of outfit designed to draw attention, to make a demon’s mouth water. But Rhaziel didn’t look hungry.