72 Demon Sigils Novels & Stories

"Well, at least, as far as I know, this is not how a pentagram that used to summons demons in movies looks like and that is a huge relief." Abby thought to herself, trying to console her own. But at the same time, she still could not help but feel quite uneasy. After all, it was not like she knew anything next to demonic sigils. So even if the other party was already presenting one before her eyes, she did not think that she would be able to identify it anyway. It did not take that long before the whole image of the mystic sigil was finally etched at the previously boring floor. Likewise, a bluish mist was arising from those same lines that constructed the image and what seemed to be like ti

That was not a small thing. I drew the demon’s sigil on a scrap of leather and pressed it into the dirt. It smoked briefly and then cooled. The sigil would stand between me and the world, a promise that was both warrant and ward. It hummed with the magic the Demon King had given me. I could feel its reach, the fingers of it that wanted to curl into the child’s life and brand it. I let it hunger there for a moment, and then I commanded it to wait.

I blush consciously, squirming into myself when his palm comes cradling my cheek and giving me the confidence to look right into his shimmering eyes. “It’s quite different with us Demons. We engrave a mutual sigil onto the skin of our mates. It could be anywhere, there’s no fixed place” He tells me, and I nod, “Oh, that’s how it’s done here? Is it painful?” I lean forward expectantly, and Zorien blinks at me for a moment before chortling in the next. He brushes his thumb across my brow, “Are you afraid?” He leans in, his breath mixing with mine while I puff my cheeks and try to act bold as I frown at him who cackles at my face.

Any sign of weakness and the demon would pluck and play with my wounds until I bled out. “Morningstar spawn,” the demon crackled in its otherworldly voice. I kept my expression blank. “Abaddon” Coops strained against the metal cuff holding his neck in place. I realized it was the demon trying to tilt its head. His eyes were the most unsettling part. They belonged to Coop—they were his warm shade—but there was nothing but madness and endless hunger behind them, and nothing of the boy who had first introduced me to magic. I accepted the jar of bubbling goo from Nova and began painting the entrapment sigil on the floor. The demon’s grin widened with each brush stroke as it realized what I was g

A searing flash of pain shot through each of them as a glowing sigil appeared near their marks—an intersecting cross of light. “A decussate sigil,” Destiny explained. “This will protect you from possession, and enhance your strength to match any demon’s. Praying it works.” She turned to the group. “Tabitha, Dr. Gillead—you’re on medical duty. All our lives may depend on you.” “ReNew, Heth—you’re aerial support. And what’s the hound that flies again?” Aerial stood tall, puffing her chest. “That would be me.”

He smiled at her and stepped closer to her, pulling her head to him he held it against his stomach, stroking her hair. “Breathe, baby girl.” The ring of salt blazed suddenly with blue fire and the floor within the pentagram sigil seemed to fall and crumble away leaving a gaping hole to the fiery pits of the Demon Realm, a staircase leading down, leaving a narrow two foot ledge within the blue fire ring of protection. 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.

He finally realised that attacking blindly wasn’t working. “We’ll see about that” He said, sheathing his sword and creating a single sigil that I hadn’t seen before. “Rise. King of the Seventh Circle. Rise, Astaroth. A black shadow grew impossibly high behind X, it looked like a gate of sorts. A scrawny, black hand came through the shadow, followed by a large head. It was black, featureless and horned. One purple glowing eye was at the forehead and the other was where the mouth would be, if it had one. The remaining body was black and scrawny. I half expected it to fall over, but it stood tall, towering over X and his father. “Contract in order. Possession of demon contracted” The demon god

The weapons glowed with strange symbols. "What–" Maddie began but started to cough. Smoke had filled the room. The burning demon was still running around the diner. The other three demons were crouched, and growling like rabid dogs, their saucerlike eyes glowing with a manic light. One of them let out a loud howl like a wolf and pounced towards Cassie. She screamed and there was a sudden hot burst of light as the sword in her hand blazed up. Cassie leaped forward, sweeping her weapon at the demon, her skirt billowing behind her. In the light of the Celestial Blade, the demon’s appearance was unpleasantly visible: black, scaly skin, a gaping black hole for a mouth, bulging, orblike eyes, and

"Ever felt your own aura trapped inside of you, unable to flow? Feels like drowning from the inside, doesn’t it?" The devil gasped, eyes widening in pure terror. "Tell me where the cursed stone is," Sir Jason demanded. For a few seconds, the devil gritted his teeth, trying to fight back. But his body shuddered, sweat beading at his temples. "A-alright! Alright! It's hidden… among the artifacts marked with the Sigma Symbol!" he spat out, voice strained. Immediately, Sir Jason withdrew his hand, and the devil gasped for air, his aura flowing freely again. He collapsed against the net, panting.

“What about the second person?” Mark cuts in. “Never found him. Summary of Jessica's narration is that weird deaths and disappearances have been happening since then. And no two deaths are similar. It's like different people… or beings—” “Here we go,” David snorts, earning a glare from Mark. “I’m telling you no human killed those people. Demons are in this town. Demons, I tell you.” Mark insists. Jessica and David roll their eyes, and I almost let out a scoff.