Red Eyed Devil Fish Novels & Stories

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.

He stepped closer to where she was still pressed against the glass, attracting more fishes to peer at her, having the time of her life and began to point out the fishes and their names. "This here is an angelfish, look at the stripes on it's body, the one currently opening it's mouth with you is a..." "Goldfish!" She blurted out in delight and laughed. " I know a few things about fishes." "Ahh... Who would've thought?"

This thing had a body covered with dark, furry hair, and claws that were digging into the shoulder of the screaming man in a suit, while the beast stood on its two legs. With a howl that shattered the glasses in the windows, the monster threw his head back. I froze, putting my hand over my mouth, trying to stifle the gasp that nearly escaped from my mouth. The monster stopped. Turning its head slowly and menacingly, the beast revealed its features. It looked like a wolf, but with those crystal blue eyes... Luca's eyes. I backed up, almost tripping on the carpet. The wolf bared its teeth through its mouth that was smiling. It had seen me before; it knew who I was. Its blue eyes glowed red in

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.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

When I felt his fingers move deeper into the back of my throat, I gagged, but that didn’t stop him. He was rough with it as tears burned through my eyes, struggling through the pain. We never broke eye contact as he continued. Helpless, my hands instinctively gripped his arm, trying to get him to stop as he tried to choke me with his fingers. Despite my struggles, he was stronger. “Stop Adonis, please,” I begged desperately, but my voice came out as mumble, his fingers stopping me from producing any reasonable word. “You asked for this,” his voice was menacing, his eyes were dark and empty, “You don’t play with the devil.”

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

History was being written then and there, the Calyx pack witnessed the unnatural sighting of the first eye-color changing wolf, with the rank that was considered to be the lowest. Amidst a frenzy of staggered breaths and wildly beating hearts; stood a Red-Eyed Omega, fierce and defiant in all its glory.

While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face. Suddenly a yellow spot light flashed there. Within seconds that light transformed into another creature. The new creature was like an elf. He had a handsome and innocent slender figure with pointed ears, nose and skin colour same range as humans plus small shades of copper, bronze, and bluish-white. He had a peculiar green narrowing eyes and brown coloured untidy hair reaching up to the neck by covering his forehead and ears. He was about Abigal and William 's age. He was half-naked, wearing only a red langot made of cotton.

Since they dared ‘touch’ his Prince, the man had every right to ask for compensation. “Well things didn’t go exactly as planned,” a hooded figure had his eyes glued to Lam’s figure as he slowly mumbled. His eyes were the only things that could be seen, but their color was so striking that anyone who saw them would be filled with unexplained terror. His eyes were blood red! Not blue, not green, not brown, not black and definitely not yellow. His eyes were entirely red in color. There was no clear distinction between the pupil, the iris or the sclera. They were all one, and they shared the same color.