Demon Killing Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I thought of the book and movie series about Perseus and the Greek gods. Terry automatically thought of the stars. He started telling me about the stars that make up the constellation Perseus. And he loved to tell me about Algol, the demon star.” That’s my star. “He also told me that Virgo was also called the Angel Constellation. And that what my Demon needed was his angel.” That’s you, mate, I need you, my angel. Demon nuzzled Angel in their minds. “We were born under Virgo, August twenty-ninth. Born under the Angel. Made by the moon goddess, for my angel.” Wyatt pressed a kiss to her hair and took a deep breath of her scent. My Angel. Demon reiterated as he also breathed in his mate’s sce

stated the angry man. “I’m Azrael, the Angel of Death.” He glanced at the man, who was his mortal partner. “I was assigned to track down what’s going on in Spokane. My wife and I were given permission to marry, not that long ago. I oversaw her training to track down demons and kill them.” He saw that Hank had gotten pale. “But as I was training her, events have changed to where I had to pick up the slack of hunting.” He glared at the demon on the ground. “What else is your bosses up too?”

I could feel my heart fading away, my being had been given out. The dagger could help me out of this mess, this was my chance to kill him and end his misery as well. It would be good having to kill him and die alongside him. I decided to search my body for it, but unfortunately for me, the special Knife wasn't with me, I must have left it in the soft skin pouch around my dragon. How could I forget such a thing? I guess the illusion was the cause for it all. At such a moment it was only the dagger that could save us at that point because it was gotten from the angel clan, this was the only knife that could kill a Demon completely and stop any means of reincarnation.

RAINA There’s an air of rebellion I feel every time I step inside Tattoo Heaven. Come in and get inked by an angel or a demon. Angel always brags that his wife, Avery, must have sold her soul to be such a damned good artist. The way he looks at her with love in his eyes reminds me of the way I feel when Rex can’t keep his eyes or hands off me.

It wasn’t even a common name. In my fucked up mind, I had almost believed Angelica was a ghost sent to torment me with that tattoo on her belly. After seeing her file, I understood why she would have a hyacinth tattooed on her. Only this time, the tattoo was the last thing I could see.

He is so happy because he will finally be able to escape this chaotic world and they will be able to fulfill the simple dream of Akira and his as a normal couple. When he arrived at the condo, he immediately took a shower first to be able to clean and to make sure if he hadn't been scratched before. As the water flows through his body you can see the blood of his victims clinging to him gradually flowing into the sink. Azrael’s body is full of scars from his wounds from his previous missions and on his back is a large tattoo— “Deus Mortis” which in Latin means “God of death” is what the organization called him because of the number of impossible missions he has accomplished.

He continued to lick me as I tried to ride it out. He came up, claiming my lips, allowing me to taste my own juices. "I love you, Maria." I layed my head against his chest, running my fingers across his tattoo as he rubbed his fingers across mine. " I'm an Archangel.. Wife of the Reaper...I'll fight beside you...you don't have to do this alone." He nodded and kissed my forehead, wrapping a piece of my hair around his finger. I fell asleep, in his arms.

It seems that the Demons are only taunting and provoking Cane and Dagon that are readying themselves to strike at the go-ahead from Azron and me. So not worrying for the novelties of even engaging in a senseless conversation, I raise my voice just a fraction louder, "Take them out." And in less than the count of three, all chaos breaks loose. One… Two… Three. With the swing of an Angel blade from the wrist of each man and woman, it hits with perfect precision in the center of a Demon's chest, bringing him crashing to the floor in a grey haze of dust. But they are pushing us with each step closer to the center where we had come from only moments ago. Step by step, backward without tripping, w

I shook my head, "T-That is not true, Lucifer... I didn't mean to— She grabbed me by my collar and lifted me up from the ground, almost choking me. "Listen to this. If you ever dare to hurt Angela again, I won't hesitate to kill you. Don't you ever show your face to me again or I don't know what I could do to you." His eyes were sharp and his whole face was red because of anger. He let go of me and pushed me away that I almost fell to the ground. "Lucifer... I-I didn't mean to do that..."

Karina responded. "But you can....." Karina hung up , switched off her phone and dropped it. "Gosh why is he sweating so much ? " She muttered and began unbuttoning his shirt. Her hands stopped unbuttoning his shirt the moment her eyes saw something on the right side of his chest. Her hands began trembling slightly as she opened his buttons fully, she gasped and covered her mouth with both hands after seeing what was tattooed on his chest. The name "Angel" Was tattooed on his chest, a drop of tears slipped out of Karina's eyes.