Beelzebub Tattoo Novels & Stories

I became suspicious and curious, silently praying that it was Master Yung. "Look for the person and kill him," Beelzebub said ruthlessly, without taking his eyes off me. His brown eyes pierced through my blue ones, and he gave me a deadly smirk that sent shivers down my spine. I was nervous, and the courage I had was all gone.

A tremendous amount of cursed magical energy is flowing around the whole place. The black tornado covering him just vanished and my mouth went agape as horror engulfed me when Beelzebub finally showed his true form before our eyes. He is six-armed beast, having sharp claws made of steel in his hands. His feet resemble like eagle’s talons. He has dark-blue skin, swirling silver horns on his head, and long tail. He sticked out his tongue and it is too long similar to a frog’s. What is prominent about his true form is his three pairs of wings made of blades that create a powerful gust of black wind every time he flaps them. “I’ll kill you first, kid. Your intelligence is such pain in the ass,”

BEELZEBUB : I see you have not lost any of your strength and speed after all these years brother, you are still as agile as ever RAPHAEL : Do not try to flatter me, you could never measure up to me even when you were still serving the father do you think you have a chance now all because you carry the profane title of demon prince amongst your fellow despondent folks BEELZEBUB : You make too much of yourself, brother RAPHAEL : I’ll say this once, don’t call me brother again, no brother of mine would do what you have done so don’t you dare call me brother again BEELZEBUB : Tch, It is true that you always had the upper hand slightly while we were both in servitude of the Father but that is not

"We don't get many of your kind in here." Uriel's smile was like a razor's edge, cutting through the tension. "Oh, we're not here for the drinks," he said, his voice low and menacing. "We're here for something far more...substantial." The bartender's eyes narrowed, his hand instinctively reaching for the gun under the table. "What are you talking about?" Uriel's eyes gleamed with an otherworldly intensity. "Belzebub's head," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "We want it on a platter, with a side of brimstone and suffering."

Sa kanang bahagi naman ng kanyang balakang o 'di kaya'y sa batok. Hindi naman ganoon kalaki ang kanyang tattoo na nakita nito. Paruparo ito na kulay asul at madalas natatago naman, maliban na lang kung magto-two piece siya. Walang sagot si Martin kaya siya na lang ulit ang nagsalita. "Actually, babae naman talaga ang tattoo artist nito kaso nagpa-convert ng lalaki kasi tibo siya kaya hayun, ayaw niyang tinatawag na babae," naiiling niyang dugtong.

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

Tomas filled the silence that her departure left behind. "I heard they're planning to reenact the Ted Bundy case," he said, his voice low and seductive. I didn't remember him sounding so... alluring. Goosebumps prickled my skin at the sound, my heart rate spiking as I struggled to keep my gaze off his lips. "Oh?" was all I could manage, striving for an aloof tone. He leaned in, his fingers tracing idle patterns on the paper napkin in front of him. "They're romanticizing him. Women harbor fantasies about being the transformative force in his life, about making him fall head over heels in love and rectifying him."

However, without Leon's presence. "You are like the rumors says. Strong and weak at the same time," Beelzebub said as he shook his glass. He slowly sipped the red liquid on the table to form a puddle. "You hate me. Definitely." It was a statement and Beelzebub neither denied nor confirmed by Beelzebub. However, even without being told she had knew about it from the very start. His eyes reflected it. "Why do you think so, my beautiful lady?"

Rubbing his fingers in it, he touched the top of the window and then walked to the door rubbing the oil on the frame. He wiped it on his forehead, sat next to me and did the same to mine. He slammed his hand on the table with a smile and a laugh. Then he sat back and took a deep breath. "Ah, the tattoo. I almost forgot. The tattoo is a name... Jezebel. She is their Jezebel." Thursday, December 13