Novel & Cerita Yellow-eyed Demon

His smooth skin without creases or scars was fully exposed, as was his nakedness. Twisted horns protruded from its temples, black and greenish. Equally black wings were open, sticking out from its back, showing all its splendor. The eyes were yellowish, but not like the color of golden flames, but rather like citrine. Despite not wanting to feel fear, despite not wanting dread to take over her veins, Shandra found herself getting closer and closer to panic. Smelling the genuine scent of the latent fleeing instinct in the girl, the unknown demon cracked a truly frightening smile full of debauchery.

She smirks creepily as her eyes turn red with golden rings in them glittering like gold. "You seem to be in big trouble here, little Lynne." She stepped ahead while her cold voice made a chill run down my spine. Her eyes are giving me a sense of trouble. Is she a demon? But their eyes are plain red or white. And from the look of her face, she doesn't seem like a hell creature to me. She is something else about whom I have no idea but I'm sure about one thing, her intentions are not any good.

you might be wondering how they look like, right? Hmm, mm.... Let's see. Asmodeus has light blonde hair with the tips dyed white. He's dressed like every single person I've seen so far, in the Victorian style but more black and white, I mean he kind of looks like Yin and Yang decided to paint his clothes today. Still, what's really intriguing about him are his eyes. They are golden but with a blue hue in the middle. They look enchanting and mesmerizing. Guess that's why every girl or woman wants to be with him. Lucifer has blonde-platinum hair, like every other demon he is dressed in the Victorian style, but his eyes are another thing. Stormy gray eyes, what a coincidence.

Was eye color all that matters. “First of all, eye color. It is because to demons, eye color matter more than their life. It’s our symbol after our wings and horns,” explained Vetis. “In some part of hell when a demon challenge the other, destroying their eyes is considered a triumph and for the demons who has their eyes destroyed, it’s a punishment worse than death.” Belle hummed, looking down as she rummage for a small portrait that she had brought with her, handing it over toward Vetis, “Do you think she looks like this?”

This was an action that he will regret for as long as he lives. Pale, translucent skin stretched across its skull, and greasy, stringy brown hair hung off of it in patches. One of its eyes was a pale corpse-colored blue, its pupil merely a quivering pinprick. The opposite eyelid was plastered into a deformed crevice, revealing the cavernous insides where an eye had once made its home. It growled through a clenched mouth, revealing jagged yellow and black teeth, some of them looking like they had been sharpened down to a point. Its body was grimy and severely emaciated, the outlines of bones looking like they had been carved into its flesh. Red, raised scars covered this thing from its arms t

The flames did not burn or hurt. “What is happening?!” Theodore got up and grabbed the pan of the counter. He stepped past the demon, who hissed at him. He walked back, ignoring her, then held the pan in front of me. In my reflection was a young woman with 6 inch horns that curled toward my ears, dark silver wings with a blue tint to them, blue flames all over, and one right azurite blue sparkling iris, and one left silver crystal sparkling iris. Both had a black obsidian sclera and pupils. My hair was a black jade with a blue shine where the light hit. A different color than the flames, but the same blue tint that was on my wings. My hair was so long… all the way down to the back of my knee

As if on cue, his eyes snapped open. As his eyes flew open, both witches held their breaths for different reasons. His eyes were a lethal red as if dripping blood. His golden ethereal eyes were gone without a trace. His unwavering hazy stare numbed Laylin to her bones. His gaze was unfamiliar. He didn’t seem to be the man who gazed at her as if she hung the moon. She slid back slowly as fear set in. He was a demon. Her eyes searched for a slight resemblance in his features when black mist-like veins spread across his skin and surrounded his eyes.

“Y-You said that already. Why is it impossible?” The demon didn’t answer me. His breathing grew heavier, each inhale deeper than the last. Shadows slipped in from the crack beneath the door. They morphed into human-animal hybrids that danced along the walls, limbs twisting and heads thrown back. My own breathing slowed. His eyes weren’t just one shade of red. They were layers of it, a storm of blood and fire, flickering like sunlight behind stained glass. Lips parting, his forked tongue snaked out to flick over his strange canines.

The demon smiled charmingly at the blonde, she did not want to admit that she did not mind being protected by such a beautiful being. His skin was as white as the marble in the temples of the Moon, it seemed to be as cold as they were too. The lips were full and rosy, in addition to the long black lashes over the small, almond-shaped eyes of the demon. He was also tall, frighteningly tall. If Artemisia tried to deduce high, she'd probably say the demon was at least two meters tall.

Her eyes widened as it took in the sight behind her, and her heart began thudding against her ribcage. Seven slimy creatures had surrounded the car on every angle, looking like the Octopid she'd killed with Ayesha mere hours ago. They were sightless, just like the one she'd killed, and yet she could see poison dripping from the tentacles they waved in the air. Demons.