Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

HIs eyes all blood shot, his fangs as sharp as a blade. His aura deadly, his skin so pale. Sending shivers down her spine, filling her with fear and feeding from her fear. Carving something that a vampire lord would always carve. Anyone who sees him will shiver uncontrollably. How can a devil be so handsome?, Well in this case he is devilishly handsome. Casper smirked taking a look at the woman under him. There is no sign of humanity in his eyes. His Cold fingers trailed down from her cheeks to her neck.

I knew their names the way everyone knew them: whispered in fear, moaned in fantasies, printed in tabloids that called them immortal gods and ruthless monsters in the same breath. Vincenzo Drakvolk. The tallest. The leader. Amber eyes that burned slow like embers under ash, voice that could command armies or unravel panties with a single syllable. Lorenzo Drakvolk. Gold-eyed devil with a smirk that promised sin, hands that looked made for breaking things—or making them beg. Valentino Drakvolk. The quiet one. White hair like fresh snow on a grave, silver eyes that never blinked when they decided something belonged to them. The one they called the devil not because he was cruel, but because he

“A SEER.” With the title and the word that snaps her out and back unto the reality, yet too late to even react of find her way out from the predicament that she is pin unto. The devil with the striking crimson red eyes smiles hellishly in return. With her porcelain bracelet that is illuminated by the mark and symbol of Leo and Ophiuchus, none of them both sees or even finds it recognizable. He draws a sinister smile, as he just found the perfect prey, yet rather his perfect pet to be with. In this hell of a world and book, he is forced to be living, HE surely gives him the surprise he could never say no with.

Fear clawed its cold fangs into my skin, but I didn't lower my gaze. “However, I only used it once. You know how I want to bury myself inside you and hear your endless screams for hours. Nevertheless, I let you go within minutes. That's true power, Zorya. But you won't understand. Your eyes only see me as the devil and will always do so.” He slowly tilted his chair left and right like a rhythmic pendulum. His fingers steepled. Something dark and evil descended in his eyes, and I trembled in my spot.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

My drunk brain takes one look at this scene and declares, with absolute certainty— “Why the hell did no one ever say the devil had pink fucking eyes?”

The witch, Evelyn yelled as she narrowly evaded a strike from Dante, her movements barely fast enough. Mel was down with one knee on the ground as she clutched her right eye. Blood spilt from the gaps of her fingers, sliding down her arm and onto the ground in dark rivulets that pooled in the dirt. An alarm bell rang in my head. Dante, who now faced Evelyn, had gone full demonic. His horns stood larger atop his head and long black claws emerged from the tips of his fingers. His eyes glowed like his irises had been replaced with balls of fire, burning with unholy light, and his skin now carried a greyish hue to it, like stone come to life.

Scared to see his pitch dark blue eyes which were filled with killing intent as he wants to strangle her to death. She reminisced about the moment of the past when he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death. That day, she was frightened to see his dark blue eyes filled with killing intent as she was now. Today he was looking at the same DEVIL as he looked at that day. He was staring at her with his bloodshot red eyes. It was like his stare was piercing through her soul.

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin