Demon Killing Angel Tattoo Novels & Stories

Barry fell silent, thinking if he will answer Andra's question. "Your parents were killed by demons. We hunted a prince of hell that they tracked down for almost a year, we all thought that the binding sigil they found was enough to trap the son of a b*tch. But, no, it got lose. The Prince of hell got your mother scent. They were able to hide for awhile, but there's really no hiding from that kind of demon." Andra listened to every word that their Uncle Barry said. That's when she realized that Ethan is right. They can't turn their back on the life that their parents left behind. They need to continue their family's legacy. "When can we start our training?" Andra asked, and it made Ethan and

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

“What about Victor?” I glanced down at the miserable man in the pit, saying, “Him? He’s finished. There’s no such person in the Medici family anymore.” Vincenzo’s voice turned sharp. “Don’t underestimate him. I suggest you put a bullet in him.” I paused for a moment before slowly raising the gun again, aiming at Victor. “As you wish,” I replied softly. With a bang, the gunshot rang out, startling a flock of crows from the trees.

Cole said. “That is not the plan. I plan to let them burn with this shit hole,” Angel said. “No, Angel. I have a special dose of death serum for that bastard. I want him and his sons to be very dead. I am not taking chances with him, when I am done with him, then you can burn this shit hole down with their bodies in it. I must admit that’s the only way to wipe out the evidence that you guys were ever here,” Cole countered. Angel took his time to think about that piece of information. ‘Death serum, huh?’ Angel thought perhaps that would be a nice addition to his plans. He nodded in agreement.

Angel whispered. “B-below the neckline. Where my shirt hides it.” The bastard grinned. Feral. He felt it stretch against his skin. Then—bite. Right below his collarbone. “Ahhh—are you a fucking dog?!” Angel yelped. “So this spot's okay?” the silver-eyed demon teased, voice all velvet and venom. “Y-yes,” he whispered while squirming. “P-please…” he begged again, “...just… be gentle.” The psycho laughed—low and sexy.

It hurt worse than any gunshot wound he had ever experienced. He could barely control the anger that coursed through his veins, he felt like ripping Xavier apart till he was nothing more than pounds of flesh. The thought of killing Xavier calmed his anger a bit as he fantasized about the different ways he could kill Xavier. He took another swig from the bottle and stood up. "Let's go, I have no time to waste." He said and walked out. ******

He closed his eyes hearing her moaning his name, he left her neck, placed a soft kiss on her cheek. He moved back still holding her in his arms, he saw the mark he left on her, he traced his finger on dark red color circle, the devil inside him screamed in happiness, finally, he marked his Angel has his, he slowly whispered in her ears. “Mine, you are mine, my little dove”

she pointed to the Mark under his scapula, it looked like a simple tattoo if you wouldn’t stare into it, but in reality, it looks like a fresh burn Mark made by blacksmiths as it actually glows and burns, “Do you know any other celestials that live among humans?” Technically speaking, only Angels can put the Mark to mortals, and the only thing that can kill them is using Azrael’s Blade, not Azrael herself. It was like a Mark of immortality. Demons weren’t immortals but they’re ageless given they don’t grow old, but they were soulless, vulnerable, and hard to kill. Azrael push the blade slowly to his collar when he did not say a word. Sebastián took a deep breath, “Apart from your brother Yer

"Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you." His eyes shifted to the man who knelt in front of him and begged desperately while joining his hands. "You know what!? I like the thing in your eyes, fear. I would like see that more." He said chuckling at the sight of the man getting more pale then before. "please Mr. Damian, Ple-" "It's Hades, Just Hades." Damian growled as he stood up from his seat and within a fraction of seconds he pointed his gun to the man's head while eyeing him with rage.