The Eyes Of The Devil 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

The devil has a way, his eyes had nothing but I knew behind those pools of nothingness were thousands of emotions he masks. "And you," his attention directed to the asshole who ordered to undress me. He was shivering under his lethal gaze, I stood next to him. "I'll take the lead," For the first time I felt like I'm not alone in this I have an ally. Our eyes locked and I saw something in those blue pools but it passed like a shadow before I could see it.

Then, he looked into the distance on the horizon. Maxime’s pupils began to turn red at this point. Patterns that resembled the eight trigrams condensed vaguely in his eyes, which appeared to be quite magical. “What did you see?” Spartacus’ voice sounded in the air again, with a hint of urgency in his tone this time. “The Devil’s Eye! The grass would wither for hundreds of miles, strange occurrences with the Devil’s eyes would emerge, and the road to enter Helsby Mountain would be blocked,” Maxime replied.

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.

"Show me mercy." "Now, there is just one thing you need to know about me," I shrugged off my jacket, and he looked at me with absolute panic. "The only mercy I would show you is to make sure you don't scream when you see the devil because you already got acquainted with one on this side." I rolled my sleeve and opened my tool kit. He started trashing against his bounds, screaming when his eyes landed on the rows and rows of different curvy wicked-looking blades. "I know nothing, trust me." He promised.

Celestina’s eyes pulsed with pure loathing as her gaze fell upon the view outside the cabin. She looked at the horizon like she looked at the devil himself like it represented all that went wrong when her beliefs were seduced by the mother churches and led off their holy, heavenly path into immortality.

His calmly composed facial features remained unchanged, whereas his eyes remained glued to her brother, so in her desperate attempt to save her brother's life, she extended her hands in his direction to grab his feet to plead him more, but she stopped when she witnessed his eyes finally travelling down towards her. His gaze felt so calm that it terrified that girl. It made her feel like she was looked into the eyes of someone inhuman, because a human could never be so soulless. A human could never look so pitiless. Not just only looked, but this man was feeling internal. Just like what the world called him. The Devil. “A hero of your story can be a villain in someone else's book, and….” Brea

he murmured. Seraphina straightened as best she could, chin lifted. “If you're here to kill me, get it over with.” A soft chuckle echoed through the hollow room. “Kill you?” he echoed. “No, sweetheart. You’re far too valuable for that.” He stepped closer, and the light finally caught his face. She sucked in a sharp breath. He was beautiful—in the way a blade was beautiful. Sharp, polished, and meant to destroy. Midnight-black hair fell carelessly across his forehead, and his eyes—those eyes—burned with an unnatural crimson glow. A devil’s gaze. No humanity, just hunger.

“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.