Yellow-eyed Demons Supernatural นิยาย & เรื่องราว

He replied, “I was born like this, but mostly I could hide them with my dark brown eyes to be able to be accepted among the werewolves because I'm an alpha. Only my mother knows that I have these eyes. I despised them. Especially when I arrived here in hell, I couldn’t concentrate to hide them. They appear glowing because I could see better than when I have my werewolf eyes. Yeah, without seeing in the mirror, I know the difference between when my eyes are brown or demonic green. My mom has a secret, but it’s one that she swears to keep to her grave. It’s always futile to ask her why I was born as a Hybrid. “ Hybrid Antara closed his story with an obvious sorrow. As a result, Hybrid Crystal

But it's her eyes—brilliant green orbs full of fire and unspoken strength that ensnare me. The vision shifts. A demon looms, a grotesque predator whose presence sends waves of fury through me. It targets her and an older woman, her mother perhaps. The demon's attack is merciless, scorching the older woman from the inside out, leaving her broken and lifeless. Another scene flashes before me: a man, her father, sleeping soundly as the same demon descends, its claws tearing through him with monstrous precision.

His breath hitched, and for a long moment, the night held them — two souls who had clawed their way through hell to find heaven in each other’s arms. And then he whispered, his voice low but sure: “Darkness. Demons. Damnation. That’s what I was made of once. which Tainted my Desires” “But I’ve learned something, Castelle… even tainted hearts can crave light. Even the damned can choose redemption.” Castelle’s eyes shimmered. “And the demons?” Kane smiled faintly, glancing down at their children sleeping soundly at her side. “The demons,” he said softly, “learned to bow to love.”

The rest of the pack members raise their glasses and cheer. But suddenly, the atmosphere changes as a sudden darkness envelopes us. The fire flickers and dims as the darkness grows thicker, almost suffocating. A chill runs down my spine as I hear a low growl, and I can sense the unease in the other pack members. Something isn't right. "What's happening?" Ivy whispers, her grip on my hand tightening. Before I can answer, a figure emerges from the shadows. It's a demon, but not like any I've seen before. Its eyes burn with an eerie blue flame, and its body is as black as the darkness around us. It's a shadow demon, one of the most powerful and dangerous kinds.

Those eyes looked way too cold and familiar. Wait! This wasn’t just a beast, it looked like him— like Xlynor… a demon side of Xlynor. His skin was pale grey, almost ash-like with red and black veins pulsing beneath it. His long hair glowed faintly, quite ethereal, but his eyes—his eyes were shifting colors violently. He pulled me flush against him while I struggled weakly with my hands pushing against his chest. “Please… please… I'm sorry.” I sobbed, as my knees weakened.

“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.

Lord of demons Deadly pale white skin with white hair and reddish black eyes. Erasmus has the power to influence anyone with the using he seven deadly sins; Pride Lust Greed Wrath Gluttony Sloth Envy He also have dominant power over the lycan demons. Incubus Female demons with red skin and pitch black eyes, their horns are shorter and curved and they eliminate a lot of sexual phernisphere. Bersekers /demons Warrior demons that fights in war. Black skin with soulless eyes.

"Katrina, our eyes shift. The more the darkness consumes us, the more they will change, well except for..." A lump lodges in the center of my throat, "Except for what, Raquel?" “Except for when the demons come. They hide within their victims. Once they consume us, our eyes change to blood red. That is how we can tell the difference between our kind, Katrina.” Raquel walks across the room and looks out his window, not bothered by the light. “Once our eyes transcend to blood red, there is no returning to our natural state. We lose a part of who we are as well,” he warns.

A steady, heart stopping beat of slow heavy footsteps sounded loud in the still quiet of the room as the warlocks stopped chanting and became like tranced zombies, staring unseeing at the circle. Ruben and Kat watched as a large arm came up out of the hole holding a massive axe. Followed by the face of a great horned demon, his skin a strange bluish grey colour. As it climbed the stairs with deliberate slowness, avoiding the blue flames, it came to stand before them as the floor was suddenly back up and the demon stepped back away from the flames to the centre of the circle. Kat looked at it with distaste. “That’s not Lord Basille.”

The devil. His eyes were completely black, filled with power, malevolence, and death—nothing like the green eyes I knew as Sam. A demon with dark red tattoos leaped onto his back, and Sam let out an earth-shattering roar. He effortlessly grabbed the demon with a single hand and snapped its neck with his two fingers. Like a toothpick. "He's fighting his own demons. He's slaughtering his own demons." Elle whispered with a horrified tone. Her grip on my hand had become so tight that it numbed my fingers, but I held on, unable to tear my gaze away from the battlefield.