Devil Eyes Novels & Stories

Derrick took a deep breath, his eyes glowing red as he glared down at Lyx. "I will personally devil hell on that fucking bastard."

It was Damon—but it wasn't him anymore. His jaw was unhinged, hanging at an unnatural, broken angle that allowed a thick, tar-like black fluid to seep down his chin and stain his bare chest. His veins weren't green or blue; they were thick, pulsing ropes of obsidian that crawled up his neck and spilled into his eyes, turning his sclera completely pitch-black. A pale, sickening violet flame flickered behind his pupils, dancing with a cold, mocking intelligence that did not belong to a pack wolf.

“Nice to meet you. I am your father, Valac.” There was no denying it, this man was my father. He had the same raven hair as I did, the same almond shaped eyes. Though his eyes seemed to almost glow a deep crimson red that had me entranced. I had never seen eyes like his before. All I could focus on were his eyes. I couldn't remember what I had come here for or what I had been thinking. The intense red glow had me paralyzed. I couldn't move or speak, all I could do was stare into the red light right in front of me. I felt a haze begin to form in my mind everything around me seemed to fade as if there were nothing in the world but me and those eyes. I wondered what made them so red, maybe that

I had unwittingly taken a few steps back when Reksa the devil transformed into his true self. The hot air seemed to fill my room and made my breath short. However, I was able to endure the heat, even though I was still overwhelmed to draw oxygen from my nose. The devil's figure was dusky red, literally burning like flames. His eyes are different colors; one black and the other red. What made me quite surprised was his head and height.

The psychopathic lord wailed, blinking eccentrically as his vision slowly rose from the darkness. The lord of hell gritted his teeth as a deep and throbbing pain exploded from behind his eyes, a strange oily green splitting across his vision; along with a sickly yellow; the colours causing his gut to churn in disgust. What the fuck was this? He growled within his mind, continuing to blink at a rapid pace as he shook his head. Attempting to push away the sickly unnatural colours. Darkous gasped lightly when they began to fade, slowly soaking into the metal implants that his father had forced upon him.

He was many times more sinister than Hana had seen him when he eats Stevanus's liver. Delldora's eyes are black with fiery red eye balls. His body was seen rotting everywhere and two horns appeared from his head. Do not forget the claws that look very sharp. Continuous hiss came out of his mouth. "Come on, quickly!" Hana leaned back when Delldora suddenly turned her gaze to Hana. The hair on her neck immediately stood up. There was absolutely no human look in Delldora's eyes. Like he thought of Hana as "prey".

The power he'd stolen now poisoned his legacy, birthing a thirst in his sons that the full moon would eternally ignite—a blood hunger that chained the wolf to infernal chains. And the eyes... those cursed eyes, inherited by the firstborn, veiled in blindfolds to shield the world from their gaze. For to look upon them was to peer into the pact's heart, trapping the viewer in this endless unraveling of sin and sacrifice. Elian felt it now—the pull dragging him deeper, whispers of Kael's name echoing faintly, linking the boy on the floor to the chained alpha in the hideout. This was no mere vision; it was the devil's mark, a gateway to truths that could consume him whole.

Devon stood near the stairwell door. He wasn't a ghost. He wasn't a memory. He was wearing a black suit that fit him like a second skin, his hands tucked casually into his pockets. His hair was windblown, his skin pale, but his eyes—those icy grey eyes—were burning with a fire that could scorch the earth. He took a step forward. “You ruined mine both on the earth and in hell.” I couldn't speak. I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. I just stared, shaking.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

I had no recollection of getting a tattoo. "Great," I thought as I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. As I reached for a towel, whispers filled my mind. I instantly knew that something was not right. I was filled with a sense of dread. I looked up into the mirror to find Daeva. Only she looked different. Her once-golden eyes were purple, and her marble-colored coat was almost black. I took a step back, my heart racing. I felt a chill run down my spine as Daeva's eyes narrowed into an evil glare. I heard a low growl coming from her before she spoke.