Fated To The Golden-eyed Devil Novels & Stories

He was indeed nervous, nervous that one mistake from him could lead to his death. "What happened to the magistrate of that village?" questioned Zephyr, his eyes burning with anger. His eyes flickered between silver and red, the council members held their breath and prayed silently that his eyes won't completely change to silver cause once that happens, none of them were certain they will get out of the castle alive. "He...he was also killed by the wolves, my king," the brown-haired man answered. Zephyr's lips curled up into a sly smile, it's been so long since he had a battle and it seems like the witches would stop at nothing until they erase the existence of the werewolves and vampires. An

Suddenly, my back hit a cold, hard wall, and I shut my eyes and was on the verge of crying. I suddenly felt his cold fingers below my chin. I slowly opened my eyes, and he lifted my face to look up at him. I looked deep into those blue orbs and suddenly felt hypnotized. I couldn't move, I couldn't breathe, I couldn't think either. His eyes held me still, and I couldn't pull away. We kept staring at each other as though speaking telepathically; I stood there feeling stunned. My limbs had lost their senses, and I could only wonder why his eyes had to look this cold. Beautiful. So beautiful that I... I could just...

Then she said it. “Lord Asher was here.” Zayla frowned. “I’ve never heard of him,” she said. “Who is he?” Evelyn’s expression tightened. She lowered her voice without meaning to. “He’s… not a man people speak of freely.” “That doesn’t answer my question.” Evelyn hesitated, then said, “Some call him the Golden‑Eyed Demon.” Zayla blinked. That name, she knew. She had heard it in whispers—half‑drunk soldiers, nervous servants, stories told quickly and never twice. A man with no mercy. A man who did not forgive. A man whose eyes were said to look like molten gold when he was angry.

I closed my eyes and accepted that the fate of these people are of no, but less than a cattle. He's the Devil.

Hellfire is a fire that will cause absolute destruction to everything around it except the one wielding it. To free the demons, Queen Arabella was said to have burned the angels’ entire kingdom, killing over half of their population. With the remaining angels distracted in the chaos, she opened a physical portal to the Underworld and led our people there, not entering herself until the last demon was led in. Then with the help of Hades himself, she sealed our realm so anyone who tried to portal in would be met with her fire. She eventually died by her own hand, unable to find a proper outlet for her hellfire. With it raging and burning inside her, unable to be let out, she lost control of it

She will glady forgive everyone for making her scared. We can't blame her for thinking like that. But what she doesn't know was whatever she thought it wasn't gonna happen. Not everyone can get what they want in their life right? Some might but some won't. She falls under the latter category because she was already caught by devil's eyes. He won't let her go until he make her his. Her devil, he is all set to take her to his hell. He's gonna cage her forever to be his. ******************************************** ✨Hi guys

A hatred within them unlike anything I had ever seen. “…A Devil of the Mist,” she finished quietly. “What? What do you mea—.” But before I could ask, she then stood up and began talking as if reciting from an old book. “Beware the Silver Saintess, her hair as silken thread. With her consort mate of power, the people wept and bled.” “Alli—.” “And beware the Siren’s call, his eyes as gold as ore. With whispers of manipulation, they’ll hold you in their thrall. And if you breathe despite this, a devil still awaits. Because forever lives another, the deathless angel mate.”

Gildeon watched as the elder vampire's aura dimmed before he deactivated his dragon eyes. “I offer you one last piece of counsel, out of respect for your victory.” Vergilius adjusted his hat one last time. “The sylph with indigo eyes…” “What about him?” “Do not let him find his marked bride.” Gildeon’s brow furrowed. “His what?” “If they reunite,” Vergilius warned, “nothing will stop the Devil he is destined to become. This world, and yours, will fall.” He let out a sharp sigh. “How am I supposed to know who the marked bride is?”