Yellow-eyed Demon Mga Nobela at Kwento

“Can you explain what you have just said?” Ava sighed deeply, “Sorry.” She took a deep breath. “This evening, I felt something on the property. So, I spirit walked and found a yellow-eyed demon, who wanted to talk to me. He was warning me about Lucifer and Blackie working with one another in Spokane.”

The six of them were formidable in battle as well. In fact, after consuming the souls of over 100 people, one of the revenants had had his eyes opened. Another eye had appeared out of nowhere on his brow. It was no ordinary eye. It showed that the revenant was elevated and was on its way to becoming a demon general. In the legends of Dramon, all the best demon generals had an eye on their brow. It was called the Demon Eye. It could see through three lifetimes and separate light and dark energy.

Before I start this book, I want to explain something. Who is a Yoruba Demon? A Yoruba Demon is technically a full fledged Zaddy. They're not literal demons but we'll soon know why they are called that in a second. So a Yoruba demon is a very handsome,tall, fine as hell, ripped body kind of guy. Let's not forget stinking rich. But inside all of that, he's not your everyday kind of boyfriend. Trust me, Yoruba demons don't have to beg to get into your pants. You'll be the one taking your pants off lol.

and other than his name, I don’t have any other information about him. “Really now.” Marcus almost choked. The H letter seemed to linger in his mind for more than necessary. “And this man, what does he look like?” “He was as tall as you, with hair that was up to his waist. It had the slick blackness like a panthers. What I noticed more though was his odd eyes. It was heterochromatic. The left iris was a golden brown while the other, a blue-violet.” Now, that is odd. Most demons normally have red eyes.

I cleared my throat. The demon turned his deep red eyes towards me, causing me to shiver in fear as goosebumps littered my arms. He was a beautiful specimen, but his eyes were a dark red with golden veins interlacing within them. When you looked closely at the black pupil within all that chaos, you felt something venomous tugging at your soul. "Then why do you seem more shocked that I'm here than I am?" "I... uh," I shook my head and straightened up. It was never good to show weakness before a demon, "anyways I summoned you here bec-"

The Demon King was huge and sat upon an impressively massive throne that covered the entire back wall from floor to ceiling like organ pipes in a cathedral. Ruben’s eyes narrowed as he took in the mighty beast languishing on his throne. He was clearly about twelve feet tall, long black hair fell down to his shoulders as two foot long curled black horns stuck through it on either side of his forehead. He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless.

I felt my mate's hand on my arm and glanced up at him. "Calm yourself, Violet, the man has a demon. You can see it in his eyes…the red shine is there when he moves them a particular way. Us Lycans are powerful but demons are a whole different breed," he mumbled softly. I thought instantly about Noah and told Grayson. "Let me bring that Demon Alpha to end this. He likes us and is good friends of our son and Ashton," I growled sternly and he grinned slightly.

Before he put them in the fire, his hand too got wrapped by two more snakes with their tail into the soil. Satan growled as his fury touched the edge, exhibiting a blood-core demonic aura that caused all the trees there to turn completely to ashes, and the soil to turn red in blood as the demon with his snakes granulated under the soil. Similarly, a crown appeared on his head in place of horns.

Autumn whispered, and her voice carried the weight of every memory of her twin, every moment of shared childhood, every belief that love could reach through any darkness. Elara's eyes opened. They were not the eyes I had seen in the Vayne courtyard, the eyes that held guilt and gratitude and the desperate warning of dangers that wore smiles. They were not the eyes that had occasionally surfaced through the demon's control, the real Elara's eyes, wide with horror at what her body did. They were black. Empty. Reflecting no light. The eyes of the demon that had worn her for so long that the distinction between host and guest had dissolved, the boundary between who she had been and what she had

Hilda could barely catch her breath and could only lower her head and carefully point a finger in a direction, "...... over there." Baymont immediately walked over. Baymont had thought a lot before he saw Evelyn, and despite the confusion of his thoughts, he had come to a clear judgment - there was no doubt that Evelyn had become a demon, her red eyes were those of a demon, and there was nothing human about her at all.