Demon Grim Reaper Tattoo Sleeve の小説・ストーリー

Sir Anton watched in shock as the enormous demon that he could not do anything against was engulfed by the talisman's energy that the senior in front of him had thrown. It was roaring in pain. How powerful that talisman's spell was for this demon who ignored his spell to scream in pain? "Can you still move?" The figure in front of him had his back on him. He did not recognize his voice but from his suit and umbrella, he could tell he was a grim reaper. But who is he? He had never seen such a powerful man in Association. "....I can still move." "That's good. Take your colleague away. I'll handle the rest."

His voice should have been a dead giveaway, but I was too distracted by everything going on. I dropped down beside his body and looked for the one verifiable piece of proof that I needed to know if this was the same man. A gut-wrenching scream tore from me when I saw the tattoo of a grim reaper holding a wolf skull on his right thigh. It had not been a coincidence. My fist struck his chest over and over, but it did not make the memories go away. He was worse than Dulaney. Worse than Elwyn. Worse than Eric. “You stupid son-of-a-bitch,” I snarled as tears poured down my face.

She yelled back. I look at him going down the walkway. He has this frightening aura around him. A tattoo of a big grim reaper running across his muscled left arm. Making sure you know you are dealing with death. Built like a Greek god. His black hair is shaved on both sides of his head and styled neatly in the middle. Dressed only in black boxing shorts. He walked up to the ring and climbed over the ropes. Looking around the crowd like he's searching for someone. His eyes met mine only for a brief second. He gave me this half smirk. Does he know something that I don't? I thought to myself. He turned and looked at Sinister. The look they gave each other made me cringe. I heard the bell for th

“Last man who asked me that price is still choking on it. Along with two of his friends lying dead. You’re big, but it’d still only take me half a heartbeat to tear your head off and use it as a shot glass.” He laughs, dark, delicious, and shrugs off his shirt. It hits the floor like surrender. Then he took his fur cap off too. Ink covers every inch of him, old runes, skulls, a crowned wolves, and right in the middle of his forehead, the mark of the Reaper Saints. Real outlaw blood. Not just pack royalty. This man eats wolves for breakfast. He's in a biker association. He still doesn’t scare me. I roll my shoulders. “Kneel,” I tell him. “Apologize for your dogs putting hands on me.”

"Please listen to me. Those beings are truly... idiotic. Just calm down and follow my instructions. Trust me." The green being infront of her started to grunt. It spoke of something she couldn't understand. ❇❇❇ The orc had just finished swooping down the last soul from the gas station. He and his comrade, Schnek were incharge of this whole area. As he was about to walk forward, he saw a figure slumping down a few steps away from him. "A normal!" "Lucky me," he thought as he licked his lip. "Another soul added to my capsule."

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

Reaper Swithin said, blowing his nose and taking in the air. "AAHHHHH! This Moroi blood!" Reaper Swithun Johnson is the guardian of Strigoi Grave Risen Coven. He has ginger hair and blue eyes and always wears a black dress coat with silver buttons. He is tall and lean, with a sharp jawline and a piercing gaze that can make even the bravest of souls tremble. Reaper Swithun is known for his unwavering loyalty to the coven and his fierce protection of its members. After Ace, Reaper is second in command in the coven.

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

He was chiselled and cruel looking, his eyes were literally flaming, swirling with red, orange and yellow, the pupils slits, where the sclera were usually white his were black and bottomless. He was dressed in a black house coat embroidered with gold thread depicting dragons, his bare chest and astonishing abdominal muscles were displayed with arrogant pride. His black leather pants tight to his thick thighs. At his feet were two demon girls, fawning over him. They were beautiful and both had long forked tails and tiny horns. They both turned and hissed at Ruben’s approach showing their pointed teeth and forked tongues.