Demon Gaze Novels & Stories

“Follow. You will not want an audience for this. Your kind typically does not.” My legs remained rooted to the spot, muscles frozen by the weight of fear. I couldn’t move. The demon paused, then turned with a slow, deliberate motion. His gaze locked with mine and I wanted to flinch back, certain he was seconds away from grabbing me by my hair or dragging me by my foot. His deep, slow inhale filled the space between us, followed by another. I watched his chest expand and contract, my eyes level with his nipples. For a moment, I pondered how fucking odd it was that a demon had nipples.

Her long snout cringed, lips tightened, and curled up, baring teeth. The fire engulfed demon was almost upon them. His narrow eyes were dark and soulless as he prepared to slay. The wintery realm seemed to hold its breath as the two creatures came to a head. The demon sprang through the air in a cloud of fire and smoke, with jaws wide open, foaming at the mouth. Eira's eyes sparkled serene before her body burst into a blast of blue light. The beam hit the beast head-on, hurling him away, ploughing an airstrip into the powdery dunes.

That smirk curled again. "I said… after." I groaned again, bitterly amused, for yes, of course, I would obey. I had no choice. I wanted to obey. Every part of me wanted to obey. But I rose, moving toward the bathroom, still hot and flushed, every nerve still alight, feeling him watch me, that possessive, unrelenting gaze that made me want to cum again just knowing he was looking. I swallowed hard, fixing my breathing. “Devin,” he said, his voice low and teasing.

I argue, trying my best not to give up. Ever so slowly, he lifts his head. His eyes are black and soulless. His skin color washes away as a shadow emerges from his chest and slowly separates from his body. Covering my mouth, I try my best not to scream as the demonic creature shifts its head and looks at me. There are no eyes, just empty black holes. The Demon has three fingers each and smelled of burned ash. The more I stare at it, the more I recognize what it is. "Katrina!" The voice yells out.

Her thighs slightly clamped on themselves when he called her name, they slipped off his lips like velvet but she wasn't going to be deceived, this demon was trying to seduce her and she knew it. When she returned to reality again, her eyes widened to their extreme wideness at what she was seeing before her....was that a... bulge? Was that his bulge staring straight at her? Did he fold a bottle in there? " What are you staring at?" His deep, cold voice rang out and she swallowed, shivering a step back as she tried not to look into those demonic eyes of his, yes, they weren't gorgeous anymore. Those eyes were nothing but vortex which always wants to drag her into it's seductive kingdom.

The crimson liquid was completely absorbed into the gargoyle’s porous form, amplified by demon magic. A complex network of glowing, dark veins began to pulse violently beneath the stone surface, and the gargoyle’s heavy eyelids suddenly snapped wide open. It’s eyes were bloodshot, glowing, and completely menacing. A low, vibrating growl reverberated heavily through the mountain air, serving as both a ancient warning and a dark greeting to it’s threshold.

Pathfinder’s response to his Ancestor’s command was immediate action. His body dispersed into mist and coalesced in the middle of the Wind Demons. His eyes, as red as Magma his son’s, pierced through the bodies of the first few Wind Demons that met his gaze, and they froze in their tracks. This wasn’t due to fear, for these Wind Demons had been present even before Pathfinder was born, and they had fought against actual gods and kept their lives. No, this was the power of oppression. This was the power contained within the gaze of a man who regarded life as a mere tool to be used and discarded when its purpose was no longer grandiose. This was the gaze of a man unburdened by murder. With his

★★★ Alexander’s furious eyes summoned his inner strength to look for Bella, crossing the longest distance a normal being could ever imagine. His breath fell hot around the place, cutting through the cold as the atmosphere became eerie. The ground under his feet turned black as the surface burnt in no time. Alexander did feel a smell that not belonged to Bella but a lower demon who dared to attack him and duped him by taking Bella away from him. He stood there until the demon approached him with his most qualified move.

It felt as if he somewhat understood whatever it was the demon felt in that moment, it would change Fyn's entire life completely. "An eye for an eye," Fyn furrowed his brows, meeting the demon's gaze as strongly as he could. "Would make the entire world blind." The demon's gaze softened, and Fyn felt something in his heart move. Letting him go, the demon took a few steps back, giving him space. With one last heated look in his direction, the demon looked down on its hand, the hand that just held him close. A look of contempt flashing in its eyes as it looked down on its hand in what seemed like reflection.