Cool Demonic Drawings Novels & Stories

And at the bottom—a thin sketchpad with a frayed cover. I flipped through absently… until I saw it. A drawing in charcoal. Rough lines, but familiar. A crescent moon wrapped in the silhouette of a wolf, flames curled around the edges like they were alive. “I don’t remember drawing this,” I said quietly. “But it’s in your sketchbook,” Kayla replied, curious. “I know.” I touched the page—and something moved inside me. Dominic leaned in, his eyes narrowing on the sketch. “I’ve seen this symbol before… in a textbook. It’s connected to an ancient temple hidden deep in the forest ruins.”

He will fight till the end and if I don’t do something, it’s sure to happen. Drake threw his arm out attempting to hold me back. I had forgotten that he had come here with me. “Demi, don’t. Let me!” Before I could protest, Drake’s body started to change. I have never seen his true demonic form before. He began to morph into a creature that towered as tall as any dragon. He stood on two legs with hooves for feet. His legs bent in an unusual way that would remind you of a goat or something of the sort. His skin was black and leathery, almost looking like burnt flesh. His face and torso still remained, his hands had claws and his head held two huge horns that curled. His body had a red glowing

One of the pictures was a very detailed drawing of a half demon-half angel being. /"I found the late madam's hidden room,"/ I announced to the pack, my relief tangible. I was hopeful we would get some answers and information on these lesser-known creatures, so we could abolish Desdemona without further delay.

He would handle the little pest all by himself and he knew so well that he won't be merciful. “ Alright your majesty” Alyssa bowed before taking a step forward. She removed a scroll of painting from her pretty sleeve and opened it for Darryl to see. On the mural was a painting of an old creature known to exist years before the supernatural decided to ally. The supernatural council consisted of the Witches, Vampires, werewolves, and other shifters. Judging from the appearance of the creature on the mural; its long elongated ears, pitch-black soulless eyes, and seemingly attractive appearance, the creature was a shape-shifting demon. That painting depicts their original appearance before they

Holy- My chaotic thoughts scattered as Damien stepped inside, wearing nothing but low-slung trousers that hung dangerously at his V-line, teasing a trail of dark hair that disappeared beneath the waistband. His torso, carved to sinful perfection, glistened faintly in the dim light, and his disheveled hair made him look every bit like the devil incarnate. I fought to keep my gaze on his face-a face just as destructive as the rest of him-and not let it wander further. Fucking Lucifer's descendant.

He speculated that this individual must be a celestial being from ancient times. On the other side, there was a man shrouded in dense demonic energy. The person was depicted in the mural as exuding a fierce and ominous air, resembling an unparalleled demonic overlord emerging from a sea of blood and mountains of corpses.

She looked at him with an eyebrow furrowed. "What do you mean?" "How do you know that your husband is kind, sweet, and amazing? Did you ever doubt him for a second?" "What do you-" "Like, you think your husband and your best friend are having a thing or something?" Daemon was trying to dig out her innermost desire. Demons have the ability to draw out the desire of humans. Much more the sinister and the darkest part of the soul of a human. But this woman is different from the others.

Wonder if I have any powers? *Ember* I run my hand over the books in my workroom searching for a specific one. "Ah ha." I grab a book with a dark crimson cover and gold lettering from the shelf. "Demons and Hell" is written across the cover. I grab some paper, my feather and my ink before I sit down on a chair. I open the book and start reading. "There are three classes of demons known to humankind. The classes are as follows: the lowest level are the Vermin Class followed by the Common Class and lastly are the Royalty Class.

“These are awesome! Did you draw these, Maleficent? Dude, this is so cool!” What? Did you call horned beings with ugly faces cool? Cent asked Steffan in her mind. The last time some shelter children looked at her drawing, they ran away while crying. Hence, the words spread that she was a devil worshipper. It was not true though she had no religion.

My subconscious blamed me. "You know I will not worry too much about anything." I said to myself. I pulled off my coat and sat on the couch to study the drawings. I have five beings to find and I haven't found any. The three of us had five drawings which were all the same, that made the whole thing look more real. The first, a little boy, around Kabal's age. He has a special kind of eye, it looked too white, not gray, he's a little shepard. Second, like a slave girl, I see that she works in a brothel, She has a short hair that barely reached her shoulder. Third, a male with a pet, a white wild cat. Fourth, also a male, he has a birthmark beneath his left eye. The fifth, it's hard to discern