You Got The Devil In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

She only thought witches have the power to appear anywhere they want but a vampire? "Sacred are you?" Zephyr muttered softly. His eyes were red, blood-red and Penelope could feel the anger exuding from his body. "My king!" Penelope mumbled. Zephyr smiled, closing the space between him and Penelope while the latter also decided to create a huge space between them by walking backward. She could see in his eyes that he wasn't in his right senses, he never was! She finally reached the wall, there was nowhere she could run. Zephyr's smile grew bigger at this, he placed his right hand on the wall and used his left hand to caress her beautiful skin.

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

But he couldn’t focus when the woman was making a ruckus. He walked around the table towards her. She backed herself into a corner, holding her hands out in front of her, shouting the same sentences repeatedly. Bane grabbed both her hands with one of his and stood right in front of her, looking into those brilliant eyes. “Will you shut the fuck up!” he roared at her. She fell silent, and he saw tears fill her eyes. Her lips trembled. Oh fuck, he thought. Like most men, a crying woman scared him shitless. He would rather have a gunfight with a hundred of his worst enemies than have to deal with one crying woman.

It stops less than an inch from mine, so close that I can’t possibly look away from the matte black pits of its eyes. “Yes,” Amos agrees, grinning. “I will have her. She will be mine.” I screw my eyes shut. I can’t bear the sight of the demon in front of me any longer. “What do I have to do?” I ask weakly, all traces of my former bravado washed away with the rain. “It’s simple,” Amos assures me. “All you have to do is let me take you over completely. And then you’ll see. You’ll see… everything.”

The Devil found himself wanting something he couldn't simply buy. Someone.

A man who had bought me at an auction and called me a ward and told me not to settle into his house. I brought myself back to reality. He was not human. He was not kind. He was not safe. Whatever I thought I saw in his eyes, whatever warmth I imagined in the way he looked at me, it was not real. He was a devil. And devils did not love. They only possessed. The drive back to Vercelli was silent. He sat across from me in the car. His hands were still bloody. Dried now, cracking on his knuckles. His shirt was torn. There was a cut on his forehead that he had not noticed. Blood had dried in a line from his brow to his jaw.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

His voice is roaring like thunder spreading his arms wide open as the cool breeze crawls over my entire body making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. "How is that even possible?" Terror streaked through me that my eyes widened with alarm and feared to close my eyes. "Nobody can lift my curse except for..." Terror choked me and stole my words. "Don't you get it up until now you don't know who I am?" He gleamed at me, and I can see hell in his eyes. "Y-you are the Devil," I stutter.

At this moment, the demon eye in the drawing suddenly moved its pupil towards her. Edward's first drawing after making a deal with the devil was the demon eye he met in his dream. It was the scary realistic paintings. The blood veins in the eye were also carefully sketched. Its sudden movement frightened Mrs. Dieter. The lights in the room flashed one after another and the whole space fell into a terrifying darkness.

what a cop out, I decided to dance with the devil by myself and now that his fingers are tipping my chin up with tears rolling down the sides; i look for somebody else to blame. he's a hundred sins wrapped into one, each layer falls from brawny shoulders the closer I get. funny, isn't it? the devil himself has come to take me to salvation. if he was to drag me through the depths of hades in exchange of another kiss; I'd carve the shape of your lips into my throne.