You Got The Devil In Your Eyes Novels & Stories

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

Just… staring. The devil then looked at me me. He had deep red eyes. They were sharped as daggers, locked onto mine. He could have ended me in a breath. But instead, he laughed. I remembered how his laughter felt. It was a low, chilling sound that made my knees buckle. “You,” he said. His voice felt like smoke around my ears, “I like the way you look at me. Not with fear, but hunger. You understand, don’t you? Demons should rule. Not wolves. Not witches. Not Lycans. Only us.”

" The man let out a sigh. The Devil shifted his gaze back to her and made direct eye contact with her. Lanaya had come to a complete halt. Her chin was held between his fingertip and thumb as he drew closer. No matter what happens, "You won't die." The Devil's command was brutal, lethal, and scary. The look in his eyes was so horrible that she had to go before he could see into her soul. Tears welled up beneath her eyelids as she tightened her grasp on her chin. As she continued to stare at him, his gaze drifted to something out of her peripheral vision. He left the grip on her chin and straightened up entirely. There is a good chance we will spend a long time in the operating room with her.

My jaw slackening could not be helped, I had the most strikingly, unbelievably gorgeous men in all realms and universes standing right in front of me, fighting over me. My eyes briefly went to the Devil and I gulped uneasily. I was not expecting him to have such a powerful effect on me, but in those seconds I held eye contact, my mental anguish and angst tripled in intensity. Since the night I provoked the Devil beast out of him, I had not seen his eyes look so frightening. There was an unnerving darkness and sterness saturated in his vehement, soulless silver- blue eyes that made him even more minacious than he normally is.

Lucas told her as he leaned over to get closer while looking deeply into her eyes, waking the inner evilness within her. The girl stopped smiling, she can’t take her eyes off of Lucas’ nor can move her body, her face went pale and her hands feel cold as she loses herself in his eyes, dragging her inside her cell in hell. The power of the devil gave her a glimpse of her sinful desire.

What bothers me is his eyes shifting to crimson black red again. I felt terrible witnessing the devil unleash himself in the light and silently wish for redemption. My eyes widens when I saw what he did next. His tongue darts out of his mouth, trailing the side of my neck before he looked up, welcoming my gaze and then his lips form into a devil smirk.

Beautiful in a way that still hurts. ‎Black tux cut to kill. ‎Eyes scanning the room like he’s cataloguing threats. ‎And then those eyes find me. ‎Across champagne flutes and chandeliers and two years of distance. ‎They find me. ‎And the glass slips from my fingers. ‎Shatters on marble like gunfire. ‎Because the devil I prayed I’d never see again just walked straight back into my life. ‎And the woman still holding my hand—the woman who just called me the kind of girl her grandson deserves—is Olga Romanov.