Soul Coughing Blue Eyed Devil Novels & Stories

Jules made an interesting observation as his eyes drank in her feature. Her winter-blue eyes that had captivated him the night before still do, and her blonde hair was in a boring fringe. Or perhaps she was on a wig, because he remembered her hair was long and soft to his touch. Her blue trousers accentuated her perfectly shaped derrière, and he couldn't stop thinking about what he had done to them that night. Her full lips, which were coated in bright red lipstick, crinkled at the side when she smiled, and he groaned as it stirred a feeling within him.

A pair of glowing eyes blinked from the darkness, followed by a low, raspy laugh. Aria stepped back. "What is that?" Lucian growled, stepping in front of her protectively. "A spy." The creature slithered from the wall, thin and wiry, more shadow than flesh. Its smile was wrong — wide, sharp, and cruel. "She’s quite the prize," it hissed, baring its jagged teeth. "The others will come, you know. You can’t hide her forever, Devil." Lucian’s face was carved from ice. "Tell them if they touch her, I’ll rip their souls from their chests and feed them to the pit."

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

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.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

There was a strange servant who refreshed his soul with his breath. He pulled the wheelchair back firmly. And shocked, he turned towards him. So why do you want to die? She looked at her face. There was no fear in her eyes, and this made her happy sitting in front of her. We have to leave?" He was still talking when Jain reminded him from behind. The devil answered him looking at her beautiful face. Deep blue eyes with a glassy appearance, sharp nose, pink full quivering lips. She was very beautiful, but her scent intoxicated the Devil's senses.

My eyes swirled. Valentine's lips captured mine, pushing back the puke trying to reel out of my mouth. "Eat Daredevil. You need it to get strength,” He moaned in my mouth. He fed me. I ate a little and couldn't eat more. His hands snaked to my back. I felt my zipper running down. The hair at the back of my neck rose at its ends.

he asks while nodding toward Linch, one of the Soul-Eaters, who’s currently choking on David’s cock. “Fuck no,” I say, taking a huge gulp of my lukewarm beer. “Another,” I tell the bartender, Whiskey. The huge man lifts his chin and slides me a new bottle. “You need to get over that shit, man. Nothing’s better than the sweet feel of wet, tight pussy,” Devil grins, wiggling his eyebrows.

Devil was bleeding from his nose and mouth and he knew that the usual yellow of his eyes had sunk into a crimson red. His voice was unusually sibilent as his demonic magic threatened to overtake him. “You have no idea what I’m going to do, my love,you don't know the real me, if I can break your bond with your soulmate I can do anything, I want you to be mine and always mine and no one going to take you away from me not even dead” he said before he released the angel and moved away, opening a magic circle. "Dean" Win saw a big man with red eyes come from shadow.