The Devil's Eyes Novels & Stories

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.

She had a lot of questions anyway. "Then, what was the distinct characteristic of the devils compared to the other races?" "All of us had purple eyes." Minerva was still. "Really?" Then why did the devils that invaded the Larin Continent have dead grey eyes? That was written in the history books! Their eyes met and Harika once again said, "Next question." Her lips thinned. Seriously, why were there too many restricted questions? "Okay, then why was the fallen Kingdom of Sora named after you?"

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.

"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

I know not to disobey him more and immediately obeyed him like a good child. I looked up closely to see the most ironic steel grey eyes staring at my Hazel eyes Deadly His eyes looked so cold like iceberg and dark at the same time. He Give me chills. I don't want him looking at me. I was insecure because for a devil he was sinfully beautiful. My red lips parted in wonder, I have never seen someone so handsome. His eyes followed my lips and licked his own pink ones. Now I was afraid and he said the word I never prayed to hear from him

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

Although he was wounded and disoriented, but seized an opportunity to slip away unnoticed but he also had no idea that Chase had seen him. As The Devil, as he called himself was escaping, he held his hand to his face, as he felt the searing pain from the injury he had gotten, he cursed as blood trickled down from the socket of where his eye once resided. As he moved, his desperation set in. The loss of his eye was affecting his depth perception and balance, which made him stumble through altered terrain. He had managed to leave the pack fast with his speed but now he had slowed down as he was a bit weak and needed to do something about his eye.