Devil Blue Eyes Novels & Stories

Midnight black hair, just long enough to fall into his piercing, cold grey eyes, the kind of eyes that stripped souls, not just clothes. His lips were full, but he always pressed them in a thin, unreadable line, except when he smirked and right now, that smirk was directed at me. "Princess." He drawled, his voice like black velvet soaked in whiskey. "I am here now." My lips trembled and the tears came again, no matter how hard I tried to hold them back, I wasn’t crying because I was still scared, I was crying because I was safe and also… because seeing him again, his power, his dominance, his deadly calm aura made my body hum in all the wrong ways.

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at the image. Slowly, shakily, she lifted her hand and pointed at it. “T-th-is… h-he… i-is a d-dev-il,” she stuttered. “B-b-ad… m-man.” A chill crawled down my spine. “Yes,” I nodded firmly. “He is a bad man. Have you ever seen him with your daughter?” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked around the room, panic flooding her face.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

Camden asked. "The Evil Eye is a deadly curse, it's characterized by a pair of glowing purple eyes for the user, amd only the target can see these glowy eyes, it only takes a few seconds for the curse to set in. It's like a time bomb, the user can just choose whenever they want to finally kill their target. And when they do, the curse inside the target will attack every organ system in their body, the pain gets too much that the target doesn't feel anything anymore, but one thing that's sure about the Evil Eye is that, once it's in, it's sure to kill," Genevive replied. "We're up against real shit here," Camden stated.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

He immediately felt a pressure surging from all directions. Before Caspian could react, the muddy swamp-like ground suddenly cracked open. The crack kept expanding. The next moment, it turned into a blood-red eyeball and glared at Caspian. The area covered by the eyeball was more than 100,000 miles, and it was covered with the wriggling blood of a python. It looked ferocious and horrible to the extreme. It was no exaggeration to call it the Eye of the Devil King. Being stared at by this eye, Caspian found that all his flesh and blood seemed to have solidified and could not move anymore.

Beautiful in a way that still hurts. ‎Black tux cut to kill. ‎Eyes scanning the room like he’s cataloguing threats. ‎And then those eyes find me. ‎Across champagne flutes and chandeliers and two years of distance. ‎They find me. ‎And the glass slips from my fingers. ‎Shatters on marble like gunfire. ‎Because the devil I prayed I’d never see again just walked straight back into my life. ‎And the woman still holding my hand—the woman who just called me the kind of girl her grandson deserves—is Olga Romanov.

Nodding and asking for the next chapter, her mother continues. A blessing by which she is guided and protected by the heavens above, but a curse the people think of her. For unlike any other, she is someone who bears a silver-colored tone and a crystal-like eye that resembles the light blue color of the diamond, pale skin, and long straight silver hair. She is a beauty, but a mystery taken by everyone as a child of the devil.” With her eyes deepening in the purple hue of the night sky, she objects with her words. “Humans who knew nothing, but mock the blemishes of someone as they try to keep theirs is the worst kind of one.”

This thing had a body covered with dark, furry hair, and claws that were digging into the shoulder of the screaming man in a suit, while the beast stood on its two legs. With a howl that shattered the glasses in the windows, the monster threw his head back. I froze, putting my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that nearly escaped from my mouth. The monster stopped. Turning its head slowly and menacingly, the beast revealed its features. It looked like a wolf, but with those crystal blue eyes... Luca's eyes. I backed up, almost tripping on the carpet. The wolf bared its teeth through its mouth that was smiling. It had seen me before; it knew who I was. Its blue eyes glowed red in