Red Eyed Devil Fish Novels & Stories

Its waters shimmered in hues of gold and orange, the fish gliding beneath the surface like living jewels. She'd once overheard a servant say Lucian imported them from Kyoto at absurd prices just to impress a foreign investor who never came. The extravagance had irritated her—until she saw the koi. Now, she came here whenever she needed to remember beauty still existed, even behind gilded bars. That day, the air had been unusually warm for spring. The sky hung low and sleepy, clouds drifting lazily overhead. Ayra and Elias had amused themselves by pointing them out—arguing over which one looked more like a wolf, or a ship, or a spilled bowl of soup.

he said and finally, he bent down on the arm chair, using his one hand to uplift her face to stare at his. Those eyes... were heaven, he felt. The eye contact lasted more than a minute with absolute silence. While one was admiring the other face which Lynn created, another was in fact in turmoil of emotions. "Unfortunately, you are stuck in this game of fire because of your birth." the man said while holding her chin tightly. A sudden urge to capture her and mark as his was surrounding his heart but he stopped in his intentions. "B-But... who... are.. you?" Hailey couldn't help but ask, with uncertainty written all over her face.

Curious, I pulled it out alongside the box, placing them on my desk before settling down. Flipping open the binder, I raised an eyebrow at the title written in bold letters. "The mystery behind the Devil Wolf" Intrigued, I quickly skimmed through the pages, marvelling at the detailed research on the anatomy, strengths, and weaknesses of a Devil Wolf. I paused when my eyes caught on a paragraph written in red ink: "The phenomenon of Devil Wolves is yet to be fully explained, but one known fact is that the possibility of a Devil Wolf reproducing is below 5%, and it is so rare that there has only been one recorded case."

Then watch in fascination as the water slowly turns red until I lose consciousness. *******************************************

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

DEVIL started to move towards the ANGEL and she was looking at him silently with her red eyes. Tears were running continuously through her eyes. Her nose and her cheeks were swollen and red. A big handprint was visible on her cheeks and it was enough for the devil to lose his mind. Devil came closer to her and knelt in front of her. Angel was looking beautiful in her crying mess too. But Devil wanted to rip off the wedding dress. Her chest was on the show for all the people. He clutched his fist tightly and closed his eyes to calm down his rising temper.

The sheer size and power of the serpent are overwhelming as its fiery red scales glisten in the dim underwater light. The serpent's immense body stretches an astonishing 150 feet in length, commanding fear and respect. Its elongated head measures approximately 12 feet, adorned with blazing orange eyes that burn with an unmatched intensity. The horizontal oval pupils, like molten flames, lock onto their targets with a menacing gaze, instilling a sense of dread and foreboding.

The others cut through the water like jelly on their way towards her. Light reflected off the shiny rainbow green scales on the arm of one demon that made it to Vanora first. As it pushed itself out of the water, its large black bulbous eyes were trained on her and its grey razor sharp teeth were bared at her. Vanora took a step back and studied the fins on the top of its head and the side of its limbs. /So it's some kind of fish demon?/