روايات وقصص ضمن Supernatural Yellow Eyed Demon

Her long, curly brown hair cascaded down, enveloping Eden's face, and her scent wafted up, a potent elixir that sent his senses reeling. Eden's piercing blue eyes, now tinged with a hint of red, flinched as Pearl's hair tickled his nose. His canine teeth began to expand, sharpening into fangs, as his inner demons stirred, their hunger for blood ignited by Pearl's proximity. His iris transformed, shifting from sky blue to a deep, fiery red, a telltale sign of his demonic nature.

Her eyes locked on mine the second she entered, and I instantly felt weird—watched, judged, like I’d already failed some test she hadn’t said out loud. “Uh… hi?” I said, taking a step forward. “Who—” She didn’t even let me finish. She moved so fast, it didn’t register until her hand was around my neck. “What the hell—!” I gasped, grabbing her wrist. Her fingers tightened. I struggled against her grip, kicking, clawing, but she didn’t even flinch. And when I looked into her face—her eyes—I froze. They were yellow. Not hazel. Not gold. Bright, glowing yellow like something out of a horror movie. My brain couldn’t even process it.

"There's something called the Realm in the supernatural world. It's a place that only supernatural beings can access by focusing their minds with incredible strength and having a strong will. Any being who successfully enters the Realm comes back to reality with either new, powerful abilities, or much better control over the ones they already have. "But the most obvious sign," she continued, leaning forward like she was sharing a secret, "is that their eyes change to the special color connected to their genus, with an unnatural glow. For werewolves, it's gold. For vampires, it's red. For witches, it's purple. For mages, it's silver." "What about demons?" Zeda asked, feeling a strange pull to

“Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” ** An odd sensation as they were being sucked out of their bodies distribted through Sir. Oswic Osbald, Gerey Wysalt - the saviour, and yellow eyed Jeyrin. With their their hands that served as traverses, their souls were pulled through a dark tunnel filled with bright green neon lights and afflicting, agonizing wails coupled with disheartening laughs of demons. After not more than a minute, they landed in the gloomy, blood drenched world, leaving Aunt Brione and Cwena to watch over their bodies.

“Listen, Bree, what I was saying is the truth; Azazel is a demon, Lucifer is the devil and Fallon... well... Fallon is also supernatural. They're here because they're trying to stop Marina, aka Marael and Sahara, from bringing hell on earth. Sahara and Marael have been keeping you and me stationary until they can use us for their spell.” Bree slumps on the couch and rubs her fingers against her temple. “So, the nightmares are real?” Zoe sits down next to her and takes her hand. “Are you talking about the night terrors you've been having?” Bree nods, tears glinting in her eyes. “I always see it. It has glowing eyes and snake teeth. And I'm running from it, but before it can kill me, I'm saved

I almost laughed again, "what do you want to do with me now? Make me even more cursed than I already am?" Apophis slowly moved closer till he was in front of me. "I want to take away the seal Samael put on your eye so you can see what we see.." he crouched in front of me, making me meet his blue eyes. "We can see more than the average human... That eye of yours is a demon eye...So you can see what we see.." I glared at him before growling, "and what can you see?"

His voice was deep and calm, yet there was something in it that Clairra finds alarming. “I asked, who are you not why you were here, demon!” The demon laughed mockingly and jumped down but remained in the shadow of the big tree. “Then I shall call you, human,” he says while stepping into the light. He had such human features that Clairra could not help her eyes widening. Demons can take any form but why is this one so human? Even his eyes weren’t red! He has marble electric blue eyes. Where did the crimson go? “Show me your true form!” She demanded.

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

“Can you explain what you have just said?” Ava sighed deeply, “Sorry.” She took a deep breath. “This evening, I felt something on the property. So, I spirit walked and found a yellow-eyed demon, who wanted to talk to me. He was warning me about Lucifer and Blackie working with one another in Spokane.”