Yellow-eyed Demons Supernatural Novels & Stories

Silver eyes, pure silver, a sign of him being a supernatural, I've read in a book that demons have silver eyes, angel have goldens, vampires have bloody red eyes, and finally wolves have emerald green. The more beautiful they are the stronger they get, pure eye color is another sign of strength, what's standing in front of me isn't what I hopped for. All I wanted was a moderate looking guy, maybe silver eyes with a greyish tone, I didn't expect him, that's when I was sure I fucked up. I took a step back as he took a step forward, he's going to kill me, maybe eat me? His whole face was set in a frown, my second clue on how bad things went, annoying higher demons, poking them is never smart.

He made himself clear. "Demons," Elroy spoke casually, "I Know." "Five ranks of Demons roam this world as taught to us by Commander Allas. Rank five demons, the lowest of them all are called dark souls, eyes hallow as night - pale dead skin - they were once humans, but now taken over by dark spells wrath on them by drinking sorcery of Ethan Roy.” “Who is he? Ethan Roy.” Elroy was intrigued by such a man.

Although it was very loud, Marlin was not shocked at all as she had expected this. “How long have you noticed?” Marlin asked the demon sitting on the floor. She dispelled her concealing spells and showed herself in front of the demon. “Since the moment you entered Britney’s mind.” The demon answered. The demon had horns so huge that they were bigger than his head and curled twice. His eyes were glowing yellow and his body was dark violet with mysterious markings all over. Nearby, Marlin could see rotting corpses and skeletons of various races. Perhaps Marlin was used to the smell, but it did not smell as bad as it looked.

I feel the blood drain from my face, but I’m up on my feet in an instant. For lack of a better term, eyti are shadow demons. They were once people, consumed by evil and darkness to the point they not only lost their humanity but lost their physical forms. They became darkness itself. Just shadowy figures with piercing purple eyes. We can’t fight them; we don’t even know what their weaknesses are. All they have to do is touch you and that’s it, game over. First, you give into every dark, depraved impulse one could have and once that has happened the darkness fully consumes you until there’s nothing left. This pack can’t fight an eyti, we don’t stand a chance.

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?”

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

I met people in the hall that gave me a wide birth once they saw my eyes. “What is…” Reed started and stopped immediately once he saw my eyes and opened the front door for me. “Dude, what did you do?” I heard Reed whisper to Wyatt. I could feel myself changing. It was like I was internal make up was different. I felt my eyes glow brighter than I ever had before. I saw a bright light form around me and I couldn’t feel the ground underneath my feet. Then, everything went black. Wyatt POV

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”