Dark Magician Tattoo Novels & Stories

I’d seen that symbol in my textbook, the witches’ knot. “The witches’ knot. I thought it was supposed to protect FROM dark magic,” I asked, putting it all together in my head. Dough started to nod but then shook his head. “I think he got that tat as a fuck you to them. Black Myst is the absolute definition of dark magic,” he said.

His hands held the railing as he leaned on it, putting some of his weight on his hands and looking at the ocean. I was relieved to find him there. Standing behind, I looked at his back and for the first time, I actually looked at the tattoo on his back, near his torso right in the middle, where his spinal cord was. It was an inverted cross with snakes wrapping around it. It was demonic. He was demonic. I mean who gets an inverted cross tattooed on their body? I walk to him and stand a few feet behind. “Why are we still here?” I ask looking at his broad back, scrunching my eyes due to the bright sun.

“I don’t have a mark. I mean, I’ve never had a tattoo or anything like that.” He stepped back, drying his hands on a nearby towel, his expression unreadable. “Damian… what is it?” Aria asked, wrapping the towel more tightly around herself as she stepped out of the shower. Her hair was dripping wet, her body still slick with water, but the temperature of the room had dropped drastically. Not from the air—but from the tension. Damian exhaled and leaned against the counter. “There’s a symbol on your lower back. A very specific one. A snake coiled around a dagger.”

A delighted smile appeared on Dargo's face after he was healed. "Are you both alright?" I asked with concern. "Absolutely, our mate. And now, our mate is waiting for us," Dargo replied happily, causing Ziya and me to blush at his words. I, too, blushed at his remark. I gradually opened my eyes and noticed everyone in the room gazing at me. "Please explain what just happened," I requested, still dazed by the magic. "You now bear the sigil of His Majesty's Dragon on your neck," the priest explained. I realized that a black dragon had been tattooed on Archer's neck. I could feel the warmth radiating throughout my body as I touched it.

Its luminous glow seemed to pierce the darkness, a beacon of power that marked her as a force to be reckoned with in the untamed expanse of the forest. But even as Emma's physical form underwent its metamorphosis, a more subtle transformation was occurring beneath the surface. Across her back, a mighty tattoo materialized—its intricate design reminiscent of a pizza with two slices missing. From her shoulders to her waist, the tattoo sprawled like a map of the cosmos, each line and curve imbued with the arcane wisdom and symbols. Prescott, a silent witness to her transformation, stood in awe as he beheld the majesty of her new form. With eyes aglow with reverence, he watched as she broke the

"And you're no help, by the way." Damon pushes away from the books, coming over to stand where I stand, pulling his sleeve up to reveal a bare forearm. "I took an oath, to never speak about the Moon without causing myself great pain." Sure enough, his arm is entrenched in magic. I can see, in raised bumps, a pattern stained red, spelling out words in another dialect, patterns I've seen before, but only in my dreams. It's the strangest thing I've ever seen.

My other hand summoned the Book of The Damned and as always, the book knew what I needed and it flipped pages over pages in a swift motion until it stopped on a black page with white ink. Dmitry caught sight of it. “Do not even think about it. Trust me, you do not want to use dark magic, Xy. It will only make it worse. And there is a much expensive price tag for dark magic. It could take a toll on you,” he warned me. “Well, I’m not about to lose my mate!” I didn’t heed his warning as I started reading the first line.

I say. He leans towards me and kisses me briefly, but he doesn't say anything. He rises from the bed, his cock still semi-hard. He turns his back to me and I sit up. His back is covered in tattoos. It's some kind of winged creature—a demon? Dragon? Grim reaper?—and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I didn't notice it earlier. He doesn't look like the kind of man to have a tattoo. Who is Damien Keller?

“ I thought that just a small bit of blood was enough.” “ Dark magic is different from light magic,” Derek responded as he lifted his fingers which were now dripping with blood and then let the blood drip on the voodoo doll. “ This tattoo was something that was given to me by a dark wizard, I had a hard time keeping it restrained. Only the blood infused with dark magic can break through the dark spells that are cast on a person or a thing.”

“Gai-Dalit, the dark side of the Arcana scrolls, Maga’s dark soul entrapment spells of the secret scrolls, I will harness them if it could save my family’s lives.” “I will get it, Master Ditiori.” Gai-Dalit quickly left to do his master’s bidding. No sooner, the goat-head servant returned with the dark secret scrolls that were placed inside an old cedar box. There were philters enclosed inside the rolled scrolls. Ditiori took a flint knife from one of the attackers that he had slain. “I will let her drink my blood.” He had placed his child beside Maga. He had wrapped her with Maga’s velour cloak. “I, Ditiori, a spirit, your father, take my blood…Spe foederis sempiterni…you will have e