Novel & Cerita Devil Eyes

Asher felt a sense of dread wash over him as the figure turned to face him, their eyes glinting with an evil intensity even in the darkness. Asher locked gazes with the figure, and a shiver ran down his spine. The eyes were pure evil – cold, dark, and emotionless. He felt as if he was staring into the eyes of the devil himself. A cold sweat enveloped his entire body, and a single wipe of his sleeve wouldn't rid him of the dread.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

That was how he managed to affect me within less than twenty-five minutes. It was the eyes. It had to be those dark goddamn eyes. Devil eyes, that was what they were. Dark windows into the demonic world where he could make you offer up sweet, innocent little puppies with a single glance. Damn, I was pretty sure he would make you want to toss in a tiny kitten as well, just for good measure.

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

It is the word that keeps it going. It is sure it had seen someone for a few seconds. A boy perhaps. It keeps its eyes on the window but no one comes to sight anymore. It walks past a house with its light slightly contributing to that of the moon, a brighter image of the figure is visible. It is human. A girl. Definitely in her late teens. Her eyes are red as flames. Amber. Her gaze is faint and fuzzy like she can only see what is exactly in front of her. Her dress is white, assuming the dirt and unknown substances are cleaned off it. ***

Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down, enveloping Eden's face, and her scent wafted up, a potent elixir that sent his senses reeling. Eden's piercing blue eyes, now tinged with a hint of red, flinched as Pearl's hair tickled his nose. His canine teeth began to expand, sharpening into fangs, as his inner demons stirred, their hunger for blood ignited by Pearl's proximity. His iris transformed, shifting from sky blue to a deep, fiery red, a telltale sign of his demonic nature.

I know not to disobey him more and immediately obeyed him like a good child. I looked up closely to see the most ironic steel grey eyes staring at my Hazel eyes Deadly His eyes looked so cold like iceberg and dark at the same time. He Give me chills. I don't want him looking at me. I was insecure because for a devil he was sinfully beautiful. My red lips parted in wonder, I have never seen someone so handsome. His eyes followed my lips and licked his own pink ones. Now I was afraid and he said the word I never prayed to hear from him

They were crazy thinks the vampire in bewilderment " I can hear your thoughts friend" says the devils now smiling at the vampire.The vampire then looked away " She looks a lot like you" Celea now had golden eyes wich made her resemble her father even more " I think so too, isn't she adorable?" " yeah....very cute" says the vampire after remembering seeing her slaughtering his people just yesterday " she was even cuter doing that" says the proud devil reading his mind. The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath

Marcellus’ emotions are not that easy to understand. He rarely changes the expression of his face. But, changes in his mood are clearly visible on his skin. The runes and pentagrams on his forearms and temples are almost invisible when his emotions are in control. His eyes are of steel grey colour. His eyes morph into black pits with black cracks netting around his eyes as his anger grows. When Aralyn screamed murder and insulted him in Avesta dungeons, his rising anger was evident because of obsidian runes and pentagrams which ridged and rippled on his forearms and temples. As his anger flared up, his diabolic insignia morphed from black to ember and cracks of fire crested and resurfaced on

He stated with complete, utter seriousness. “You motherfucker! Go fuck yourself. I will leave. You just watch how. You son of a devil!” I grunted, taking his damn hard chest into my mouth and bit him hard. He groaned, pulling me back away from him. Nikolai’s hand grabbed my neck—not to tight, but enough to hold me in place. He forced me to look into his eyes and moved back, my back hitting the wall, and he pressed against me. “You’re a kinky fan?” He smiled—his eyes held that dangerous look.