Supernatural Yellow Eyed Demon の小説・ストーリー

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

I moved. I stepped behind the stranger, my fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt as my body sought shelter where my mind hadn’t yet caught up. My brother’s hostility burned too close too familiar. The stranger didn’t push me away. “Ryder,” he said calmly, without looking at Nicholas. “Loworth Ryder of New Orleans.” The name rippled through the crowd. My stomach dropped. “Are you a warrior?” I whispered, my voice barely holding. “You’ll find out soon,” he replied coolly. Then quieter meant only for me, “Prey eye.”

Those eyes looked way too cold and familiar. Wait! This wasn’t just a beast, it looked like him— like Xlynor… a demon side of Xlynor. His skin was pale grey, almost ash-like with red and black veins pulsing beneath it. His long hair glowed faintly, quite ethereal, but his eyes—his eyes were shifting colors violently. He pulled me flush against him while I struggled weakly with my hands pushing against his chest. “Please… please… I'm sorry.” I sobbed, as my knees weakened.

he growled, his eyes completely black with tints of red. The demon had full control. There was no saving this one. "Yeah," I agreed, snapping his neck and pulling his head off his shoulders. "Sorry," I apologized, burying a hole in the snow and dumping his body there. I picked up the head, and the eyes glowed a deep crimson light. "You're going to tell me who turned you, or I'm about to kick you up a fucking tree." Yale smirked at me. "Do your worst, it's already too late for you and the Prime. You won't survive what's to come."

, She asked in speculation. "Jacob would know. He seems to have a hatred for his mother and her associates". "Jacob wouldn't hesitate to kill him if he was", I claimed. Sacha hummed, probably digesting everything "You say you didn't know that they were demons?" I nodded. "They looked relatively normal like humans'' "That's creepy. So how do we avoid them?" "Well there's this blankness to their eyes'', I responded, thinking back to Taenar's eyes. "Their eyes don't look normal at all"

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

the man remarked with a lick of his lips. Black energy swirled constantly around the man, whose name was Halbert Joal. He was a core disciple of Cesun's Yellow Ghost Sacred Land. Possessing exceptional demonic abilities, his attainment level was only surpassed by the Evil Sect's chosen one. He served as the primary force sent by the Yellow Ghost Sacred Land to enter the Starry Sky Battlespace.

It had baffled when he was just a mere mortal, but it floored him now as a demon. Her stubborn will to be both defiantly strong and soft in his hands had caused the sadistic side of Young to rear its head in Blood, pushing for an opportunity to turn her to clay. It never made any sense how she embodied love and light at all times, even when the harsh parts of herself were shown. The demon side of Young couldn’t help but want, damn near need, to crush that light out of her. In the same token, her display of blind trust in him was a gift he never wanted to take for granted so he was torn, now more than ever.

It was something else entirely. The creature was massive, its form hunched yet powerful, covered in matted black fur that glistened with fresh blood. Its claws—long, curved, and razor-sharp—dripped with crimson, evidence of the slaughter at its feet. But it was the eyes that sent terror clawing up my spine. They were yellow. Bright. Hungry. Not just a wolf. Not even a werewolf. A feral. A beast that had lost itself to the hunger, consumed by bloodlust.

And now, he was above me, staring at me like a predator to his prey. The Golden-Eyed Devil.