Supernatural Demon Eye Novels & Stories

“Those eyes! I keep seeing them! I close my eyes and there they are! I look in the mirror and there they are! I try to write and they burn through the paper at me! I try to look at the computer and they glare back at me!” She continued in a raised voice almost screaming in hysteria as she pointed to the computer screen. I looked over at it and could see that there was still a picture on the monitor. I walked over to the computer desk and saw a picture of a demon. It was red with black tribal tattoos on its face and amber yellow eyes. At the sight of those eyes, a cold chill ran up my back that could have frozen fire in mid burn. I froze in what seemed like terror that started deep in my gut.

The true form of the entity slowly emerged from the confines of the Demon's Box—a colossal being shrouded in a sinister blood-red hue. The creature had a humanoid form, yet it bore eight eyes upon its face. These eyes lacked pupils, each adorned with unique, intricate trigram patterns. At the center of this arrangement, where a ninth eye might be expected, lay a gaping maw—a monstrous oval filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, making for a terrifying display. Its body was marred by tattered flesh wounds, from which oozed repulsive pus and blood, transforming into countless maggots that writhed across the ground.

I did not sign up to have a front row seat to a ménage à trois or whatever the hell this was. A warlock walked around selling snacks to one of the top-tier inmates watching the show for their leisure. I watched in utter disgust as he handed a medium carton of snacks to a demon. Pop Eyes. It read. Snacks that were literal fresh human eyeballs. The demon picked up one and chewed on it. There were other snacks in the trolley, such as human fried fingers, vampire blood, and other things that I didn’t even want to know. I averted my gaze.

Blake said, stopping me. “Excuse me?” A demon asked, frowning in confusion. She looked at the two of us with complete black eyes despite her human form, and it wasn’t until her eyes turned back to normal white ones with brown pupils that I was able to look her in the eye without feeling like my heart was being pulled out of my chest. “I am Valarie, by the way.” “A demon in these games?” Blake asked, looking at me. She smiled, and nodded. “We are all fucking screwed.” Elijah said, crossing his arms over his chest as he looked at Blake who pinched the bridge of his nose.

The demon’s arm lashes out, backhanding it so hard it slams into a pillar, leaving it stunned. “Asha’ren,” he growls again, the sound vibrating in my bones. The third creature shrieks and dives straight for his face. It latches on, claws raking across his cheek. I see one talon hook into his eye. I gasp. The demon doesn’t react. He simply reaches up, grips the creature by the spine, and sets it on fire without even uttering a spell. It collapses into ash between his hands. Tar drips from his ruined eye socket, but even that begins to glow. Heat knitting the wound closed, and fire is simmering beneath his skin.

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

It was so implausible for me to believe him being here, somewhere deep inside me—there were doubts if I was just not hallucinating the scene before me. His charcoal-dark eyes stared at me the whole time, and the moment I felt I was being watched, I knew he must be him. His eyes were so black, so scorching, so deep, and so grim that I wondered if I had just, not a very long time ago, seen a very brimming storm inside of them. Such black pools of the storm. His eyes were demonic. Not just his eyes, but as a whole, he was a demon. I decisively agreed.

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

She could not imagine that there could be such a variety. The Kozzonnuth realm demons, their skin was almost lucid, such a light color as if they would blend within the waters, they swim in. These demons had gills on their necks and had four eyes upon their faces. Vastria was in awe looking at the pictures. Their eyes were pitched black with light blue irises. They did not seem real, but nothing in this new world would ever seem real. In the description, it stated that these demons were experts on the water element magic. They can survive in all types of water and can conjure water where there is none.

and no one would wants a girl like me, a bad witch, an age regressor, a brat, I'm just a disappointment. Just as I was about to turn off the lights, I saw him, I saw his shoes first, dress shoes, my eyes went up slowly, he had a suit on, a full on suit, then my eyes were met with his, he looked human. He had everything a human does, the face, the body, the hair, but the eyes, those what gave him away, when our eyes met, I knew I did it. Silver eyes, pure silver, a sign of him being a supernatural, I've read in a book that demons have silver eyes, angel have goldens, vampires have bloody red eyes, and finally wolves have emerald green.