Demon Killing Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

That was my queue to vacate the area of ground the symbol had been burnt into, "Remind me again why you can't wield dark magic mom?" "Because Zion, I'd have to give up on wielding one kind of magic for the other. My body won't be able to handle the continuous fight between light and dark energy within me because..." "Because unlike me you aren't half demon half angel," I completed for her. Noticing her continuous glare on my arms I decided to investigate what she was looking at. On my right arm was what looked to be a tattoo of a viper twirling itself around it. Its fangs on display as its head laid on the crook of my elbow and its scaly tale laying in my palm.

"Let me think about it. If there's a lady who wore an angel outfit inside the bar then I'll presume she's the one for me." Ace laughed and put down the empty shot glass back on the table. He nudged Slidell on his shoulder, his unbuttoned shirt wrinkled but he showed the tattoo he let them inked on his chest. A dandelion in broken glass. "Well then, what's the percentage of having an angel in a bar?" Slidell shrugged, he placed his shot glass on his lips. "You don't know what will happen next." That's when Ace fell in silence, it seems like he was contemplating for a second if what he was doing was the right thing to do.

"Is the reason why the demons aren't finding other more accessible targets related to why they're glowing white?" "You're right." Vlad looked disgusted. "Those angels are doing what they call purification of our souls. Sounds nice, but it basically kills us. Doesn't matter how far they run from the angels. Once you're afflicted, it will continue to weaken you until the one who inflicted it is killed."

"And as additional information, we were already out of school and looked at the victim. I think Logan forgot that part too!” The middle-aged man looked at the symbol Xander was pointing at, “The symbol of mortality, the chalice the angel Gabriel uses when quelling eradication with his holy blood. This emblem no longer appeared during the great war between the greedy humans and the demons who wanted this cup! But, why does this symbol appear again? Do any of you have any relationship with the owners of this emblem? Or, are either of you related to angels?"

Ashton shook his hand reluctantly, eyeing the male carefully. "Damien and you are?" The Demon's voice as sultry as before. The angel breathed deeply before answering. "Ashton. I'm aware you're here to negotiate the new treaty?" A deep chuckle escaped the other male's lips. "Oh right to business and no fun I see? What a shame. Such a waste." His words causing a light blush to form on Ashton's otherwise ivory skin.

They were both oblivious to the pictures that were being taken of them. Lifting his head, he smiled at Taz. “I have something for you.” Angel handed him the white shirt box. He opened it and removed the cut, letting the box and tissue paper fall to the ground. The first thing that she saw was that it was not her cut, and yet it was. The center patch was newer, the devil, who now had multicolored braids, sat on the motorcycle with a halo hanging haphazardly on the left horn, giant angel wings flowed out behind him. The bottom rocker declared her to be Sinners Daughter and the top one proclaimed her as The Devil Herself.

“That tattoo on your neck was the same as hers. The exact same, no difference. I would remember that tattoo even if I was dead.” I stared, still not knowing what else to say. I had never felt strongly about anything as I’d felt about this. But where was the evidence to prove I might have not been responsible for Zara’s death? And the same tattoo? No one had my tattoo. No one. It was the inking of me as an angel dressed in black and wielding a gun and a knife, and next to it was a star. The word ‘death’ was inked on one of the wings while black stars were inked dripping like tears from the other wing.

They are all black with white tips. Alex says that’s how they know that my mother, whoever she was, was an Angel. My demon side is shown through the color change in my eyes. Angels have white/silver eyes, and Demons have neon green eyes and fangs. My eyes are neon green, and I have fangs. Angels don’t develop tattoos as wings. They have wings from the moment they are born. Demons develop tattoos that turn into wings. However, their wings are leathery and clawed; instead of feathered. That’s how they know that I’m a hybrid.

He scanned my expression, his brows drawing together. I sighed. “Sorry. Since my pregnancy I've been more emotional. I hope it’ll go away soon.” I cleared my throat then rested my palm over his shoulder blade. “What’s the meaning of your tattoo? You know why I got mine, but I wonder why you got yours.” A hint of wariness flashed in his eyes, the walls he was used to keeping up wanting to lock back in place. “Damian did it. About seven years ago.” I nodded to show him I was listening. “It’s a fallen angel, like you said. It represents the fall Damian and I took on the day our mother tried to kill us.”

I touched the ground and closed my eyes. **** “Hey! Can we play?!” Angelo greeted the group of young angels that was showcasing their powers at each other. All the kids looked at Angelo and summoned all their weapons. “Demon! You are a demon!” the kids let out angrily and pointed their weapons at Angelo. Angelo stared at the kids in shock, not understanding why they called him a Demon. “Hah?? I’m not a demon!” he denied. “If you’re not a demon, then where are your wings?!” a young boy said.