The Devil's Eyes Novels & Stories

that wasn't even spoken on earth, but still I could hear part of it. I heard destruction, then control, but the rest became faint to me. Just as he continued to chant on, my vision changed and I saw his piece of clothing change into a dark red robe. It grew so long that if he stood at the hall room, it would reach down to the entrance and still rolled outside. His eyes turned to what looked like a Wolf's red eyes, but only, it showed glimpse of blur in it. Almost as if those eyes were part blue and part red. I remembered stories my grandma used to tell us, where she said that the colour of midnight blue was present in a deity's eyes such as werewolves, or witches or in this case, the devil

Just… staring. The devil then looked at me me. He had deep red eyes. They were sharped as daggers, locked onto mine. He could have ended me in a breath. But instead, he laughed. I remembered how his laughter felt. It was a low, chilling sound that made my knees buckle. “You,” he said. His voice felt like smoke around my ears, “I like the way you look at me. Not with fear, but hunger. You understand, don’t you? Demons should rule. Not wolves. Not witches. Not Lycans. Only us.”

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

The demon is ejected, shrieking, into the muddy void. At last, I’m free. As I, too, separate from my body and begin to descend, something shifts in the murk below us. An eerie red glow filters through my field of vision, bringing with it a searing heat. Hell, I realize dejectedly. But is that really any surprise? All of the terrible things I’ve done flash through my mind. Using women like objects to cheat on Julia, who’s only sin was to love me in the first place. Building a business on a foundation of exploitation and greed. Slapping my wife.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

“ Four, Three, Tw—” “ The basement!! T-The Basement!” He yelled and I smirked, withdrawing my blade. He huffed out a breath, his panic dissolving to dust— a fucking mistake. I shoved the blade into his eye, obliterating his retinas. He howled, trying to pry my hands off the blade, tears lining his one good eye. I released the blade, smashing his head to the ground once more, the blade piercing through his skull, coming out the back of his head, his blood pooled sprinkled over my face, my eyes glimmering with murderous intent.

"I wasn't–" "Bet." Vito interrupted, stepping closer. Aiden shifted back instinctively, but Vito only closed the distance. Before Aiden could react, Vito's hands stretched out and grabbed his neck. He angled his head up so Aiden had no choice but to meet Vito's gaze. "Are those real?" Vito asked, his eyes locked on Aiden's. "What?" Aiden's voice came out breathless. "Your blue eyes. Are they real, or are you wearing fucking lenses?"

“I’m sure. Go home. Say hi to Jodie for me.” Paul smiled and gave her a lazy salute. “Sure thing. See you in the morning, boss.” “Night.” As the door clicked shut behind him, Elsie returned her focus to the screen, typing into the search bar: Devil’s mirror. Dozens of irrelevant results flooded the screen—Devil’s Advocate, Devil’s Game, Devil’s Playhouse. She muttered, “No, no… not Devil’s Advocate. I’m surprised p**n didn’t pop up.” Her eyes lit up. “Ah—finally.”