Cool Demonic Drawings Novels & Stories

“Selfish, Chuckles.” “I haven't fed in weeks,” Chuckles snarled. With the coloring of Harlequin- vicious black and red- he leapt onto the ceiling. Lines of red eyes snapped open on his brow. Planted above me, he lunged downwards, claws extended. I shrieked. Samael's tail sealed shut before the demon snatched me up. I heard the hiss of burning flesh. “Your infernal blood,” Chuckles cursed. There was an acid sizzling. He sucked at the air. Bile rose in my throat as the tail pressed against me, muscles rippling, smooth and warm. I was trapped in the darkness, in a filthy snake.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

He clenched his fist and stepped a little closer towards the boulder, his booted feet making a depression on the black sand. The Encyclopedia of Demons or popularly known as the Dictionnaire Infernal is the book Marcus had found in the Vatican Archives that talked about the demon with blue and violet flames. It may not have given a fitting picture of what the hellish entity looked like, but it was able to provide enough information for him to use.

I hadn't given the imprisoned figure any eyes; instead, I had viciously gouged out two pitch-black, bottomless bloody holes with my charcoal pencil. The massive, sickening smears of dead black charcoal only amplified the macabre atmosphere of the entire piece. That wasn't art. That was my soul screaming in agony, and it would make anyone's blood run cold to look at it. "Oh my god, what a disgusting and twisted piece... How mentally deranged do you have to be to draw something like that?" Cruel whispers erupted all around me. "Is there something seriously wrong with her head? No wonder she never talks to anyone."

“Most of these paintings are hundreds of years old. The artists are lesser known. They depict some of the crueler things in society, the plague, demons, torture…things of that nature.” He stepped into the room and looked at the first painting. He didn’t just look at it, but he stared without a hint of uncertainty, facing the horror head on. It was a demonic creature in a darkly lit room, its grotesque features impossible to describe. It occupied a cabin in the woods…and appeared to eat the corpse of a faceless human as it hung upside down. “It’s a changeling,” I explained. “It’s a supernatural being who replaces someone who’s been taken by the devil or a demon or a monster. It resembles a hu

But that wasn’t what he was drawing today. There was a picture of two girls—rendered crudely in crayon, but still identifiable as girls. One of them had short blond hair and the other had long brown braids. Their hands were on their faces and their mouths open in screams. David had drawn these as big black circles. A huge black shadow hovered before them, a shapeless body with red eyes and clearly defined hands. The hands looked like long silver knives. There were many drawings before this one. Lauren wondered how long David had been at it.

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

“What do you mean?” “I call it the Eye case for a reason. On the floor in front of the hole there was an eye drawing. It was a big one but I hit it with soil so as not to attract Drake’s attention.” I said, pulling out one of the pictures to show it to him. “But I never really expected it to be something as demonic or as, I don’t know, supernatural as this. If anything, I expected it to be a wolf or a Lycan.” I said, shrugging my shoulders.

Kira I finished drawing the circle in blood. I added a delta for the power transference then placed the rune for connecting to the demon realm. I didn't have a specific demon in mind, but most of the demons had a square in their rune, so I just drew a square. The whole thing looked very empty, but I was getting a little woozy from lack of blood.