Yellow-eyed Demons Supernatural Novels & Stories

Curly golden hair and light emerald eyes, pale skin, and a body similar to Rai's both in muscles and height. "You saw what?" He asked shocked. "What's wrong with you? Why did you take that shit off?" Ha, those two are so funny. I had a smirk on when I talked back at him, "You two are so damn funny. Both of you want me dead, just like everybody else. Yes, I can see others dying with my eyes. No, I do not kill them. No, I can't do anything about it. No, it can't be changed. Yes, I don't mind if you all blame me for it. Is that what you want to hear?" They both were speechless while staring back at me. "Look, brothers, I don't mind you hating me and wanting me dead. Really, I don't. But you hav

A roar could be heard coming from Helsby Mountain in the distance. “It’s the Devil’s Eye! It’s started to act out again.” Silas‘s expression looked very solemn and grave. “Can a Demigod enter Helsby Mountain to explore the Devil’s Eye?” Tyr wondered. Silas replied, “I have no idea. There are too few Demigods out there. Maybe a Demigod has been there, but they won't let us know.” The movement of the Devil's Eye lasted for a few minutes. During that time, the sky and the earth were all red, as if the red sun was infinitely close to the earth.

Ghost is a dark fae, which means he’s greedy, likes death, and likes pretty women with spunk. His short white hair is spiked. Ghost wears a black sleeveless hoodie and black and white checkered jeans with black boots. His eyebrows, nose, and lips are all pierced with gages in both ears. His pointed ears give him away that he is fae. Ghost has all black eyes, much like one would think a demons would be if they were real. Some things are just stories made up of distorted truths. Demons and angels fall into that category. Ghost's pasty white skin almost glows under the glow of the flashing lights.

However, Syla's visions hinted at a new threat looming on the horizon. In her vision she sees a baby demon, lying in Kayla's den within Xibalba It is two maybe three, a toddler still, *Who's child is this?* as Syla shows Rryan her vision. Rryan turns to Camazotz with the vision. He has the demon child brought to him, and asks everyone there "Who knows of this child?" only one comes forward, she looks like an old wrinkled hag with horns. "His name is Marcus, but she called him Shade."

It was dangerous. Under the scorching sun, three formidable demonic beings stood ominously in front of the ancient pack house, emanating an aura of malevolence. Each demon possessed a unique appearance, reflecting their individual nature and power. The first demon stood tall and imposing with ebony skin and fiery crimson eyes. His long, jagged horns protruded from his forehead, and he carried a wickedly serrated sword crafted from blackened bones. The second demon was shrouded in a cloak of swirling shadows, making it difficult to discern her true form. Her skeletal fingers clutched a slender, obsidian staff topped with a glowing, pulsating orb of ethereal energy. The final demon had a hulki

He knew that a slice to the jugular would mean immediate death. And if he were to grab this opportunity, then that would mean the village of Gashea wouldn't experience any more misfortune under the hands of some malevolent demon. Still, as he looked at the demon's eyes, Fyn felt like something was wrong. A powerful demon such as the one that was in front of him surely wouldn't look like they were ready to embrace death. Surely, even demons could feel fear. The demon's eyes looked welcoming, like it was waiting for Fyn to just kill him. He already felt as if the demon were human, and now, as he was looking at the being's eyes, it felt like the belief strengthened.

Battle after battle there was clearly being watched by many powerful demons, but not a single one of them stepped in to help, even as people died right before their eyes. BOOOOOMMM.. “Agh!” A female and male demon were flung aside by a single attack from the opposing demon faction. “You two are from Princess Mo Ju’er’s side, aren’t you? Hahahaha, what a pity. You two must die here!” said a massive demon with an entirely black body. This demon had blue eyes, unlike the others; such a difference in eye color was rare in the demon realm. Usually, it followed their parents’ eyes or a combination of both, creating a demon stronger than before.

The true form of the entity slowly emerged from the confines of the Demon's Box—a colossal being shrouded in a sinister blood-red hue. The creature had a humanoid form, yet it bore eight eyes upon its face. These eyes lacked pupils, each adorned with unique, intricate trigram patterns. At the center of this arrangement, where a ninth eye might be expected, lay a gaping maw—a monstrous oval filled with rows of razor-sharp teeth, making for a terrifying display. Its body was marred by tattered flesh wounds, from which oozed repulsive pus and blood, transforming into countless maggots that writhed across the ground.

“Now tell me, what’s this fuss about a demon?” “He had green eyes,” Darcia was the one to reply this time. “I saw him vaguely and avoided eye-contact. But green-eyes signifies a lower level demon, right?” “That is correct, as far as we know.” Dad agreed and gave both of us a pointed look. “What else do we even know about this demon? Why was it trying to kidnap Freya? As far as I remember, we have stayed out of their business for ages now.”

Edzar's father. Ariesta Collison is a beautiful princess with a unique face. It stands at 170cm, the figure most women dream of, weighing just 48kg this month due to post-traumatic stress. Her exotic yellow skin has become even more pale since he's been living like a vampire for months. Sunscreen. It still hums from its thick lips.