Demon Gaze Novelas e Histórias

One of his eyes was stuck in the thorns, that was the first thing he saw before he felt the thick, cold liquid dwinden through his body. "I will give you a name," The demon raised his face, seeing a woman with long black hair falling from the side of her body "If you behave, I will return to you who you are. Completely, I will give you back to yourself." The woman's face seemed something still in time, not so young and not so old. The image of beauty, the representation of the Mother.

He didn't even made a blink or dared to opened his eyes but his jaws was appearing. He seemed like mad but he was only holding his temper. Damon wasn't contented to the little wound he did to his nephew but he begun to strike him again. This time he used his fire ball also to hit his eyes. It made a huge impact to Thamer who was still under the soul of his demons. He felt his eyes got struck by him so he quickly peeled it opened and like the power of cyclops, he shoot Damon with his eyes. Damon was save again and he used his spell to summoned his six demons under his black magic.

How could a spirit be tortured? Rose groaned as she rolled over onto her back, smoke seeming to rise from her singed body. The demon just cackled as he watched them, the noise sounding like boulders grating against each other. His body was a deep red, almost as if it had been dipped in blood. His eyes were almost as dark as his body, with no whites to be seen, almost as if they flowed from his body straight to the pupils. He had pointy ears and two small horns in the middle of his slick scalp. His teeth were just as yellowed as Baltabek's, and his fingers and toes were scrawny claws that resembled small talons from a twisted bird. He wore no clothing, and just like Baltabek, seemed to have n

The air was thick with the stench of sulfur and brimstone. Demons swarmed in like a relentless tidal wave, their screeches and snarls filling the air with terror. They were making a beeline straight for me. Gabe drew his sword, moving to stand in front of me. A surge of energy coursed through my veins, and I felt a strange sense of calm wash over me. Opening my eyes, I focused on the demons making their way towards us. With a flick of my wrist, tendrils of bright white flames erupted from my form, wrapping around the demons and engulfing them in ethereal fire.

The six of them were formidable in battle as well. In fact, after consuming the souls of over 100 people, one of the revenants had had his eyes opened. Another eye had appeared out of nowhere on his brow. It was no ordinary eye. It showed that the revenant was elevated and was on its way to becoming a demon general. In the legends of Dramon, all the best demon generals had an eye on their brow. It was called the Demon Eye. It could see through three lifetimes and separate light and dark energy.

Everyone felt a feeling of asphyxiation. Among the Demon Kings of the court of Deity Phoenix, Spirit Eyes Demon King was ranked third. His power was above the One Legged Ox Demon King. He was mysterious, and no one knew his true body. This time, he exploded in the demonic aura and the pressure that he gave people was more horrendous than that of the One Legged Ox Demon King. This was especially so because his eyes glimmered with a silver fire that seemed as though it could be put out in a whiff of wind. It seemed weak and gave people the feeling of chills all over their bodies.

I could picture him, standing in that house, his heart heavy with grief and guilt, trying to explain the unexplainable. But Lady Athena's response was calm and measured, her eyes holding a depth of ancient knowledge. "Silas, the demon doesn't need a physical form to exert its influence. It’s like a ghost. It's not like any ordinary creature. Hence, it does not leave a trace – no scent or footprint.” Lady Athena continued to explain, "The demon's influence is insidious. It feeds on fear, grief, and despair. It can manipulate emotions, twist perceptions. But it is not corporeal."

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Finally, it faded away and the demon Duke turned his glare on me, violet eyes glowing as power pulsed through his veins. “What the fuck did you just do?”

My hands fall to my side as my head lolls to the side. There’s a roar that cuts through my thoughts and fills the garden. The hand around my throat loosens as green eyes turn from me and for the first time oxygen fills my lungs. Little breaths of air as I suck in more and more air. I follow his gaze, my eyes locking on the open door. Light spills out from the party and a dark shadow fills the doorway. My body convulses as my eyes lock on obsidian eyes. Betrayal stares back at me from my demon’s eyes. My soul weeps as my mind goes blank. My fingers twitch and I start to lift my hand before I stop. I don’t deserve to call out to him, don’t deserve to cry for him, don’t deserve to want him.