The Devil's Eyes Novels & Stories

"We learned something down there_the devil's son does not destroy what he hates. He preserves it, so it can remember." Aria shook her head, tears slipping free despite her efforts. "He's not like that anymore." She whispered. "He's changed now." "WE DO NOT BLOODY CARE!" One of the witches whose eyes was just a hollow empty circle. "While he buried us, one of us screamed until her voice turned to wet sounds. Another clawed upward until her fingers were gone. He took away my eyes. There must be retribution."

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

The car comes to a halt with his head bashed through the side mirror and the cut tearing down half of his face. He struggles to open his eyes but the thick red liquid drips further. His vision gradually grows foggy. The only thing he manages to see is a pair of black boots approaching the damaged car and a young accented voice, his foggy mind cannot place which, saying, “Get him out.” Sebastian opens his eyes, the clotted blood hinges at the top of his eye lid on the right and completely closes the other. He opens his eyes and the first face his eyes meet are a pair of amber eyes covered in tears and a blood tainted thin lined lip.

Luke helped me to my feet while Devon helped me into the bathroom. When I was done with doing my business, I finally got to see my reflection in the mirror.I literally looked like death. No scratch that.I looked dead on my feet. But, that was not what caught my attention.My eyes.They were completely different. My left eye had swirls of gold and black. My right eye was red with a gold ring around it. My face was pale and the bruising beneath my eyes were worse than ever. I swayed on my feet and Devon steadied me. I'd totally forgotten that she was there. "My eyes-" I breathed, horror paralysing me."Are beautiful" Devon said, a small smile on my lips.I stared at her."You don't understand, Dev.

“Wonderful, just wonderful!” As the cloud outside started to get darker and darker and the moon somewhat is drawing into a bloody color pattern. In his place and still laughing stance, yet satisfying and menacing expression. The eye emerges, together with its dark and long hands that immediately wrap around him. He stops laughing as he embraces the eye where he is engulfed and dragged from within and whole. “Wonderful.” A fainted whisper echoes as it stole his attention. Then upon opening his eyes with the still sinister smile and menacing eyes of a distorted mind of human by whom is controlled by the devil himself. He grins even more as he is now in the presence and front of GOD.

The look in their eyes are almost same. The look of someone who'd do just anything, and will stop at nothing to bring their foes to their gruesome pieces, eyes of someone who loves watching the havoc they make, someone who loves smiling at the destruction and chaos they bring, grinning at the pains they inflict, the eyes of a devil. But even devils are ranked, she's an heartless one who has no good left in her to do, what good would she have left when she started seeing evil since birth??? But in his eyes, there are still some crumbs of humanity, and she's gonna use that against him a lot.

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?"

His soul is being sucked out by the devil and he is trapped by the icy-like glares. "Didn't you want to say something to me, Ry?" Jihun's baritone tone is snapping Ryan back from his trance-like state. Once again, Ryan felt his body is being assaulted by goosebumps. He rubbed his neck as he averting his eyes from looking straight into Jihun's eyes. He should learn his lesson already. Never look into the eyes of the devil. You'll be charmed away by his alluring gazes and at the end of this arduous journey, you will be left with nothing, but, broken mind and limbless body.

She could never hide how terrified she felt whenever Rafael looked at her like this, serious, unyielding, his eyes blazing. She had heard stories about him before. The eyes of the Devil of De Luna burned like molten amber, streaked with veins of gold that gleamed like a predator’s crown. They were not merely eyes but symbols of supremacy, forged in the crucible of power itself. One glance was enough to remind both mortals and dominants of his place, the Mafia Prince of the highest rank, a man whose gaze carried both command and ruin, as though the sun itself had bent its fury to his will.

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.