Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

Thank you! I immediately typed 'Okay lang' and hid the cellphone in my pants pocket. I jumped from my seat when someone suddenly knocked, my eyes immediately searched for where it was. My eyes widened when I saw Dyhein outside and waving at me while turning his back to his colleagues. I smiled a little at him and waved at him. I even looked at his colleagues, it looks like they hang out here too. "Dev!" I immediately turned to the door when I heard my name being shouted, I stood up and walked towards Videlle.

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

She was confused over his words. "That you caught the eyes of a devil. Evil eye, do you believe in it?" Viso asked in a deep husky tone. Isabel smiled at that. "No. I don't believe in the evil eye, Mr D'angelo." "You should. It's real. Real and very dangerous," He said, squeezing her hand slightly to feel her warm skin more closely.

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

‎When she woke up and saw me, the fear in her eyes hit like a drug. ‎Then the confusion. ‎Then the anger. ‎Not the kind that turns me on. ‎The kind that says I’ve ruined her. ‎I don’t care. ‎Call me selfish. ‎Call me monster. ‎Call me whatever. ‎Caleb Whitlock is lucky to still have his head. ‎The thought of him touching her. ‎Kissing her. ‎Inside her. ‎It makes me want to burn the world down. ‎I down the vodka. ‎The burn is welcome.

All the shadows that swirl in the wind gets sucked into the stone circle, and the symbols on the stone rim start to glow silverish. From the gelatinous material, the devil emerges. He looks the same as before, but I can feel power exude from him as if it’s a tangible thing. The wind doesn’t stop, but it whips through his long, coal-colored hair, making the locks dance around his face as if he’s a goth version of Medusa.

She could never hide how terrified she felt whenever Rafael looked at her like this, serious, unyielding, his eyes blazing. She had heard stories about him before. The eyes of the Devil of De Luna burned like molten amber, streaked with veins of gold that gleamed like a predator’s crown. They were not merely eyes but symbols of supremacy, forged in the crucible of power itself. One glance was enough to remind both mortals and dominants of his place, the Mafia Prince of the highest rank, a man whose gaze carried both command and ruin, as though the sun itself had bent its fury to his will.

“ I'm the devil from hell that's why my eyes are red ” The devil from hell ? Was she hearing things right ? Lucifer ? Red eyes ? Gust of wind ? Powers ? The devil from hell ? Skyler joined all things together and that explains everything. The devil was standing right in front of her ?

Roman Thorne is the invincible team leader of college hockey. He is large, aggressive and a nightmare to the media. The press, however, does not know what makes the Briarwood Ice Devils so feared. They are not just players. They are ruthless, blood-swilling offspring of the most formidable crime business in the city. Trying to keep a small scandal which is about to blow up their small business, the Thorne family appeals to the service of Sloane Mercer. She is 24 years old and a brilliant ruthless PR fixer. Her task is easy: to improve the image of the team, to work with press, and not to put Roman in the prison. But Sloane has not come to save them. She is here to ruin them. Sloa