Red Eyed Demon Novels & Stories

He placed his hand on the lid. “Wait, I’m not ready. I don’t know how to fight a demon.” “Oh, it’s easy. Find out what type of demon it is and cast a spell to send it back to hell.” “Uncle Al, my knowledge on Demon 101 is not exactly as broad as it may seem.” “And why is that?” “I was busy playing with plants and enchanting jewelry than learning about them.” “What did you notice when you first saw the demon?” “Glowing red eyes and lots of darkness.”

I stood up and clenched my fist. “Exoneratio!” I exclaimed then red runes appeared and danced around my body. My heart was throbbing so fast. I gasped for an air, catching for my breath. Black smoke came out from my body and it was slowly forming into a figure of a demon with twinkling red eyes. He’s showing up his true demon form. He has many horns surrounding his head, forming like a crown. He has a long right hand with long sharp claws made of steel. All fingers in his left hand are wearing gold rings shining brightly. “D*mn it! What are they planning to do?” I heard Vela cursed. Goddess Lumia is trying to hold her back. She is just buying us time.

Her eyes flitted with uncertainty until they straightened and she answered "I'm Eldrid. A demon!" She paused for a second "A hybrid." ______________________________

But in Hell, twins look completely opposite. Erys was a near pale demon with dark silver hair and bright jade eyes. Delirus was a pale black demon with black hair and white eyes. Which made it almost impossible to know where he was looking. Damien and Kanna, my two twins with Erys, walked in through the big front doors and met with their younger sister, Elysia. Damien had his fathers hair, my eyes, and was a wolf like me. Kanna had white hair, a blue eye, red eye, and was a bear like her dad. Elysia, or Elly as I called her, had white hair, blue yes, and was a black tiger. Yet another thing that baffled me. But I just figured that was another way that Heaven and Hell were different.

A man who not long ago was a guinea pig for the humans, a demon who is trying to cope with the pain of loss and loneliness. I scanned the room, and I felt something click within me -a special recognition. A middle-aged man with red eyes smiled at me. My demon felt safe around him; he was a demon king, for sure. Because my demon felt the need to surrender, to bow to him. Then beside him was a younger one, same build, same stern gaze, different eye color. He was the current demon king.

The Demon King was huge and sat upon an impressively massive throne that covered the entire back wall from floor to ceiling like organ pipes in a cathedral. Ruben’s eyes narrowed as he took in the mighty beast languishing on his throne. He was clearly about twelve feet tall, long black hair fell down to his shoulders as two foot long curled black horns stuck through it on either side of his forehead. He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless.

“Plus, Violet was having a fit saying that we needed more guards to come with us than normal...” ~~~ Violet growled at the two men who stood in front of her, making them shift nervously. Very few have ever seen her full power and even fewer lived to tell the tale. As she struggled to keep her anger in check her eyes glowed with a fierceness that would have made weaker men faint. There was a reason she was The Demon’s right hand. “Why am I...” She started, growling as she spoke. “Just now finding out about this?!”

I felt pain rippling through every cell of my body as blood splattered along with squelching sounds that mixed with sounds of cracking of my nose, jaw and ribs. “I hate you. I so fucking hate you!!! Why that fucking waste of oxygen of your father didn’t end your fucking life when he killed that stupid whore of your mother” he screamed and snarled through his punching and kicking ordeal. Then, as if he was cut off by something, he moved away from me. He looked as if he was in physical pain, too? He almost looked as if he was on the brink of collapse, the same feeling that I had right now. His eyes glazed to a raging inferno, and it looked like he was mind-linking someone. One of his minions q

The six of them were formidable in battle as well. In fact, after consuming the souls of over 100 people, one of the revenants had had his eyes opened. Another eye had appeared out of nowhere on his brow. It was no ordinary eye. It showed that the revenant was elevated and was on its way to becoming a demon general. In the legends of Dramon, all the best demon generals had an eye on their brow. It was called the Demon Eye. It could see through three lifetimes and separate light and dark energy.

The devil. His eyes were completely black, filled with power, malevolence, and death—nothing like the green eyes I knew as Sam. A demon with dark red tattoos leaped onto his back, and Sam let out an earth-shattering roar. He effortlessly grabbed the demon with a single hand and snapped its neck with his two fingers. Like a toothpick. "He's fighting his own demons. He's slaughtering his own demons." Elle whispered with a horrified tone. Her grip on my hand had become so tight that it numbed my fingers, but I held on, unable to tear my gaze away from the battlefield.