Demon Gaze Novels & Stories

Innis pulled out all the stops, and in magic, that means something. You could even say, it plays the defining role. The next step was the glyphs: death, summoning, blood, hunt, demon. She asked for what she needed, no more, no less. Just to be on the safe side, she took a dagger in her hand. Not for physical protection—what could she do to a demon? She held the blade in such a way to easily injure herself if anything happened. Demons could charm people, after all. In that case, pain was the best remedy.

"The Gaze of Death!" His figure was like a bolt of lightning, pressing down on his opponent in an instant. Eight Desolate God-Terminator Halberd suddenly danced like rolling smoke. It turned into Skyblazing Flare and smashed down on Selina Khol's head. Selina Khol looked up at Caspian. At this moment, her pupils were filled with a demonic, earthen yellow color. The next moment, she raised her arms. In an instant, her palms and her head cracked open.

His sharp features and burning crimson eyes marked him as something more - a demon. A chill swept through me as understanding dawned. This was what the sacrifices had been for. This was what Andromeda had summoned. The demon’s gaze flicked toward me then, as though sensing my presence. His crimson eyes glowed faintly, his lips curling into a smile that promised nothing but ruin. I didn’t stop to think. I lunged into the fight.

said Chaos. "Indeed my lord, although I am quite a young Gazer, and I don't compare to my great elders such as the Beholders," said the Gazer. "That's enough for now, you will grow stronger after I give you my miasma," said Chaos. "M-Miasma?" asked the Gazer. "Just wait for now," said Chaos, as the Gazer nodded obediently, and the second batch of summons moved aside. Lilith was already being introduced to the other people by Belphegor, and Abyss and Dura seemed to look at her with squinting eyes, they were rather alert in her, as she was a Succubus of great beauty and charming power…

I cleared my throat. The demon turned his deep red eyes towards me, causing me to shiver in fear as goosebumps littered my arms. He was a beautiful specimen, but his eyes were a dark red with golden veins interlacing within them. When you looked closely at the black pupil within all that chaos, you felt something venomous tugging at your soul. "Then why do you seem more shocked that I'm here than I am?" "I... uh," I shook my head and straightened up. It was never good to show weakness before a demon, "anyways I summoned you here bec-"

He stood at the entrance, ready to embark on his daring quest. As he approached the gates, the shapeless demons sensed his presence and began to materialize, their forms shifting and contorting in the darkness. Their eyes glowed with an eerie light, and their mouths twisted into wicked grins. Azazel knew that defeating these demons would not be an easy task, but he was prepared to face any challenge to reach his love Azrael.

I gazed at my demon as the grape burst with flavour. As if he sensed my gaze, the masked demon locked eyes with me.

No, it wasn’t just goblins, but demons as well. A small gasp left my mouth when I saw a flying knife coming towards me and it almost hit my head. Good thing I notice it. As I looked up, goblins with weapons in their hands were glaring daggers at me, ready to attack. They were grinning and sticking their tongue out while licking their lips as the gross saliva drooling out of their mouth. They’re disgusting creatures. I also noticed some demons around and I froze while staring at the demon with a cloak standing on the rooftop, also staring at me. Suddenly, a powerful force calling me and an intoxicating scent filled my nostrils. I never tore away my gaze at the demon, I wanted to see his face.

He was surrounded by several other demons who bowed down before him in reverence as he lifted his hands and spoke words that sounded like ancient incantations. Olivia gasped, taken aback by the sight of him. He was even more terrifying than he had been in her dreams. His body was covered in black scales that gleamed in the light and he had four giant horns protruding from his forehead. His eyes were a brilliant shade of red and seemed to glow with an inner fire. He looked larger than life, like a god or demon standing between two worlds. "Olivia," Azazel said, his deep voice echoing throughout the room. "Welcome to my domain."

It’s thought—sharp, desperate, commanding. Black smoke pours from my palms like spilled ink. It seeps into the corpses—through armor gaps, through open mouths, through the seams where life once left. One by one, the bodies jerk. Fingers twitch. Heads lift. Eyes snap open—empty, glowing the same pale violet that now burns in mine. They stand. Not gracefully. Not alive. But they stand. I point east, toward the ridge. Toward the demonkin pouring down like a red tide. *Fight.*