Cool Demonic Drawings Novels & Stories

Or maybe he is struggling with the loss of someone close to him, or maybe he has terrible nightmares each night and is looking for an outlet…I’m truly reaching at this point. Perhaps some of these explanations would make perfect sense, if it weren’t for the uneasy feeling in my stomach. The drawings are just so...unlike anything I’ve ever seen. Is Noah really like this? I can’t imagine he would be, from the times I’ve met him, but how could I gauge from those small moments what he is truly like? He’s drawn demon like creatures emerging from a smudge of darkness. Each have eyes void of all feeling, of all mortal like tendencies. Dark hooked claws reach out, almost completely off the page, lik

He was the one who'd wrecked my apartment, the one who'd been giving me all those disturbing warnings and messages. He was the one knew Trevor. He had a hood pulled over his face so I couldn't make out his features and although I couldn't see his face but there was something really frightening about him. A shiver of fear ran down my spine. His whole semblance screamed pure evil. I'd never feared anyone more than I feared him at the moment, and I didn't even know what he looked like. Nate was intimidating at times and he could be pretty terrifying when he was angry but I'd never felt so afraid with him. In fact, for some obscure reason Nate had always managed to make me feel safe, but this ma

V. The demon king, Lucifer Black is the most dangerous and brutal demon. He is the cruel and dark king of the devil's kingdom named Lucifer's hell. The demon of deception and savagery. He loved to kill, and had dark magic that could rip his enemies into pieces quickly of a second. Going against him meant death because he is the strongest demon in the realm. He was merciless and everyone feared him, even his family. His body, his features, and his voice had authority among the whole demons. And looked like he was made for the night of all of its sins... Years of war and battle made him cold, his enemies made him more ruthless.

The lab was very quiet for a moment. I moved to the far wall because standing still in a room that smelled the way this one smelled while processing what Kaelen was reading was not something my body wanted to do. The drawings stopped me. Crude, scratched directly into the stone rather than carved with any skill, but specific. Bodies in various states that I was going to file in the category of things I had seen and would deal with the feelings about later. Wolves. Figures with something flowing out of them that the artist had rendered as light, though whether they had intended it to look hopeful or terrible was genuinely unclear.

While Virando was still chit-chatting with some of the senior demons over there, Sumico spent her time by taking a look deeper and more conscientiously at the carved pictures on the gigantic stone, about the famous and well known urban-legend or so-called ‘myth’ in the demons-realm. Thinking about something seriously and contemplating something deep and serious in her mind, Sumico frowned her forehead and fractionally squinted her pair of eyes. There were several pictures carved on the gigantic stone right in front of Sumico. First, Sumico saw a picture of heart symbol. Then she saw a picture of Virgo zodiac symbol. Then, there was also a picture of womanhood symbol – a circle with a cross d

Some of the pictures were of those very platoons setting fire to the towns around the mountains. Hannah was so absorbed in what she was doing that she didn’t stir when the two entered her room. Michael picked up her drawings to get a closer look. Emma peered over his shoulder and grabbed a fistful of his shirt. He touched her hand and sent waves of comfort to ease her mind. The drawings he held were frighteningly explicit and detailed, with people drawn as though they were on fire, running from houses and buildings that were already ablaze. In another set of pictures, she saw the Brethren warriors, dressed in black leather pants and wings unfurled, fighting against creatures that were half h

And the spells were only for one thing. Sex. I flipped through all the pages, dumbfounded. There were pictures of naked people with arrows pointing to boobs or pussies or cocks, and instructions on the spells to cast to make them bigger or tighter or thicker. My jaw dropped when the next page I turned had a picture of a woman being fucked hard in the middle of a pentagon, by a wonderfully handsome man with horns and a tail. No shit. Demon sex.

The dorm room was dark except for the circle of candles flickering on the floor. Elias Crowe knelt in the center of the carefully drawn summoning circle, heart hammering so hard he could feel it in his throat. The small off campus apartment smelled of old books, incense, and nervous sweat. Textbooks on demonology and forbidden occult rituals lay open around him, pages filled with notes scribbled in the margins, highlighted warnings he had mostly ignored. He had been studying the occult for months in secret. Tonight, he was finally attempting his first real summoning.

It then became solid as it blotted out the lights that were strung up in the trees. And then we saw them. I’d seen drawings of demons, saw Storm’s memories. But fucking hell. Nothing could’ve prepared me for seeing them face to face. The spines of some were so twisted that it looked like it was a slinky. Demons apparently didn’t have chiropractors where they came from. There were others that moved on all fours. Their bones jutted out in unnatural angles with teeth that were at least four inches long.

He sprays more white cream from the can and uses his tongue to push the sweet stuff deep into the hole, then he sucks it all back out fast. "Mmm, mmm," the big capo says, his eyes dark. "Your young backside is totally great!" He places a hard kiss on Goldie's right cheek while his big hand rubs the left side, then he slides his heavy fingers down between the young man's legs. Before Goldie can even think, the capo's big thumb is pressing against his front area, and his fingers are rubbing the hard male tip very fast. Jack Horner pushes his face right between the two cheeks to lick the back opening again while his thumb moves up and down on the front shaft. It feels so good that Goldie's fron