Cool Demonic Drawings Novels & Stories

He was too handsome for an ugly person like me. I looked away from them. On my way home, I spot an elderly guy with a huge sign along the road, written, "Beware of the beast who hides in human skin that walks among us." I didn't understand why I was so frightened when I read it. Briggs, the elderly guy, was insane; he lost his mind when his daughter went missing. Nothing he wrote on that piece of cardboard was sane. Arriving home, I went straight to my room and locked myself in. I sat at my desktop and typed in the search engine, "Beast who hides in human skin."

She continued reading: "While searching the Hoffman house, the officers found some drawings in Sandy Hoffman's room, drawings that some time later Adrien confirmed were real and that the man his brother was drawing as well." Below showed the pictures of the drawings Sandy had, Camilla froze and froze as she looked at them. Her breath hitched and her skin bristled, those drawings were the same ones Bea was doing. There was a tall man there, with no face and instead of hands tentacles. There were others that said "No. No. No. No" repeatedly, and another one with the phrase "Don't look out the window. There were more, which were like "He's there" "He's watching you" "He's getting closer" and so

"Mr Koontz has arranged for the VIP room to be at your disposal. VIP, Linaker smiled. Exactly as it should be. The walls were upholstered in soft black velvet and lit with an intimate red glow. Linaker's attention was caught by the paintings on the wall. They looked like the usual erotic depictions of kinky sex acts, but when Linaker looked more closely he realised the girls weren't human. They possessed horns, tails, wings and even cloven hooves. "Unusual paintings," Linaker commented. He couldn't work out whether the demons' attentions were causing their victims pain or pleasure.

‎The lights in Kane’s private office were dim, casting long shadows against the dark wood and concrete walls. The scent of dried blood lingered faintly on his skin—a remnant of vengeance delivered. His shirt was discarded on the floor beside his desk, forgotten. ‎Kane sat at the edge of the leather couch, hunched forward with his elbows on his knees, his head buried in his palms. His fingers dug into his scalp as if pain could replace the torment of waiting. ‎His bare torso rose and fell with shallow, tired breaths. The tattoos inked across his chest and ribs pulsed subtly with movement—sprawling black vines and ancient demonic glyphs twisting over the firm muscle, like marks of power and cu

Not even a single try. “What does it say?” I asked, brows furrowing as I rubbed both of my palms to create warmth. The cold had been much cruel today ever since we arrived at the healer’s cabin. I encouraged myself to look at the drawings instead; the art style is pretty much gothic, if not ancient. It wasn’t inked. Hues of black and white were embedded on the golden brown pages of the material. I saw the graphics of a human and a werewolf. They were doing something strange… some sort of a ritual. Elliot did not flip the pages further so I ended up guessing that that was it.

" I took out the book at one and it levitated itself and its pages flipped at such speed to an unknown page. The next act raised tension, my palm getting colder and sweaty. The pages slowly began to fill its empty sheets, drawings and writings, a few in English and the rest in sigils and signs. The first drawing I saw, was a three headed beast, it looked like a hound, or a dog. Drawn as a black and white art, shades of the body noticeably seen, bringing out details, the saliva dripping from its flappy mouth. I looked underneath the drawing and I saw a tag. "Cerberus, Hireling Of Hades." "Did that book just flip?" Asked Maria. Concern drawn over her face as she slowly walked closer and peeped

Chloe walked back to the nursery to fetch the boy. "Liam, dinner's ready. Did you finish your draw—" Her voice died in her throat. Chloe’s hands balled into trembling fists as she stared at the canvas. It wasn't a happy family portrait. It was a depiction of hell. In the center of the paper, Liam had drawn three figures, but they weren't people. Two of them were towering "monsters," and the third was a small, broken boy cowering in a dark corner. The first monster was a man with eyes the size of saucers, wearing a tattered T-shirt. In one hand, he brandished a heavy belt; in the other, a glowing cigarette butt that he was pressing toward the crying boy on the ground.

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.

Their eyes were fully dark blue, with no pupils, and their faces were extremely beautiful. - Wow, you have a talent for drawing. They look very realistic.- Esther said, looking at the man. - Thank you.- Laurens replied, and he seemed to be a little embarrassed.- But back to the case, after all it's been mentioned that you have little time, detective.- he continued, and his face had that bored expression again.- There were five of them, four men and one woman, but two of them appeared to be leaders. These are the two that I drew on the front, a male and a female angel.- he pointed at the drawing.- And you could see that this woman was probably the highest rank and this man is right behind her

I flipped the next paper, and froze. I looked over at him sleeping soundly on the bed and looked back at the drawing. Why would he draw this? It was an image of a lady with a red cloak. He had colored her with red. Then she was surrounded by green bushes. There were small rocks around the area. But what caught my attention the most, was his illustration of the pool of blood on the floor and a small child drowning in it. It was definitely the nightmares. I flipped through the other papers and saw other strange but similar drawings. A red eyed owl. An old house. And the last one was a drawing of an ancient Greek symbol. I couldn't place what it was.