The Devil's Eyes Novels & Stories

“Just rest. That’s all she needs.” I heard the door click as Devon walked him out. But I couldn’t move. Not yet. Because when I blinked, those eyes flashed behind my lids again. Gold. Violent. Not human. The same eyes from my dream, the same eyes that haunted my childhood. The ones that stole my brother from me. The ones I’d buried so deep inside, I convinced myself they weren’t real. But Devon’s eyes, my husband’s eyes, had looked exactly like those tonight. Exactly.

He beams evilly, his fingers wrapped around my neck, "You can't run away from Papa. You know that better than anyone, don't you?" "P-please s-stop!" I choke on a sob as his hold only got fiercer, "you are h-hurting me." "Shut up!" He growls, slamming my head against the wall. "P-please, Papa." I whimper in agony, while his talons dig deeper into the skin of my neck. "I begged you that day, didn't I?" He releases a dark chuckle, and I gasp in fright when a single drop of sun's rays falls on his eyes. The eyes are like a black hole of never-ending doom; so sinister I fear them more than the owner.

But for Dev, everything else seemed to disappear. It was as if the notes were unearthing emotions that had been buried and left to rot for years. He drifted into a heavy, suffocating reverie. Those grey eyes— which moments ago had been utterly emotionless, frozen, and dead calm— suddenly flickered, as though someone had forcefully breathed a dark, restless life back into them. In that vast, crowded room, it felt as though Dev was the only one who truly existed. His eyes began to speak volumes, flashing with an unsettling, terrifying stubbornness—a chilling look that seemed to actively haunt whoever had captured his thoughts.

As my vision cleared, I saw Dominique, standing at the far end of the room, his icy blue eyes locked on mine. Those eyes… they pierced through me as though he could see every ounce of fear in my soul, every tremble of my body. There was a darkness there, a gleam that sent a wave of dread crashing over me. "You wanted to know why they call me the Devil, didn’t you?" Dominique’s voice was smooth, his tone dripping with sinister intent. He took slow, deliberate steps toward me, and with each step, my heart raced faster. He signaled to the guards standing by the door. "Strip her," he ordered.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

They knew better than to attract the anger of this dangerous demon king through any sign of weakness or judgment. Malakar cleaned his sword on the dead man's clothes before tossing it aside. Then he looked at Eryndra and let out a cruel, evil smile that made her soul shrivel. The blood on his face gave him the true definition of a devil - beautiful in a terrible way, but utterly without mercy or humanity. "How do you like my welcome gift to Valethorne, dear wife?" Malakar asked, his voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous. Eryndra stared at him, her heart shattering with fear, but she fought desperately to keep a brave expression on her face. Inside, her mind was screaming with horror an

# "This Chapter has Mature Content" The devil's eyes were bloodshot red as he was frustrated and furious because of all the drama he faced two hours ago. "That bitch I swear, I'll kill you. if you'll ever do something like that again in the future", The Devil was furious and only saw red but Thanks to the Beast who handled the situation very well. The devil wanted to choke her to death. Without telling anything to anyone, he went to a different hotel and chose a room to start with a different name. He showered but suddenly he felt dizzy.

That was how he managed to affect me within less than twenty-five minutes. It was the eyes. It had to be those dark goddamn eyes. Devil eyes, that was what they were. Dark windows into the demonic world where he could make you offer up sweet, innocent little puppies with a single glance. Damn, I was pretty sure he would make you want to toss in a tiny kitten as well, just for good measure.

Then he bent down to my level, his eyes was staring at me, I was so weak to stare back at him, then he jerked my face roughly, up to his eye level. I gasped at what I saw, maybe I didn't see him well, or because I am in a bad state, but what I saw was not like an hallucination or me being weak, the man have an eyes which was burning with fire, his eyes were made of fire, then his canines came forth from within his face, drawing me in towards him, like I was in a daze, and he was drawing me in. Then he left me immediately, I looked at his face, he didn't look like human again, he looked like a devil, horns began to grow out from his head, he was like a hellboy, now these was worst than my fat

"The devil, a man who came from the deepest part of hell, a man whose face as beautiful as that of adonis, his body cannot be more perfect, his voice as deep and enticing as an angels voice, but personality like the devil. His smile can freeze one's heart and may even cause the person to die. It is rumoured that those who had seen that sinister smile either had fallen into a tragic trauma or better still died tragically. The devil is no other than Alexander quinn. ############## Coincidentally, a man stood under the setting sun, his hands covered in human blood, and his clothes were dripping blood. His pitch black hair fell on his face, and his eyes stared at the lifeless body lying in the