Demonic Drawing Ideas Novels & Stories

An empty desk far away from me screamed Dexter’s lateness in volumes but he was always late but now seemed to be attending more classes than often and according to what I overheard some girls whisper, it was ‘my fault’ and I wished that wasn’t true. “Demons have been depicted in many structures and forms over the past centuries by all divisions. Some call them revolting red beasts with horns protruding out of their heads and others say that just like angels, they possess immense beauty, so much so that minor groups of worshippers from the past would mistaken them for gods as the demons could make everything they say sound true. But another theory suggests that because they possess extraordin

She asked and I smirked "Don't you want to go to hell? " "Well.... the gate way to hell is through demon's blood, a demons blood can open the gate way to hell! "I explained simply not going any further Using the demons blood, I drew the sign of the luminatics A circle and a triangle in between I started chanting a spell that would open up the gate Soon, the sign was lighted up with fire and the ground beneath it, went down in flames opening the gateway to hell.....

Suddenly, from the very center of the pentacle, a swirling mass of black smoke began to materialize, coalescing into a towering, amorphous form. This entity, devoid of any discernible features, exuded an aura of pure malevolence. Belle's heart raced as she took in the sight before her—this was her first encounter with a demon, a being she had scarcely believed could exist. Paralyzed with fear, she watched as the smoky figure loomed closer, its presence suffocating and terrifying.

Needed to pretend the ache between my legs was from yesterday’s workout and not from getting railed on the kitchen counter like some desperate housewife in a bad porno. The door creaked open behind me. I didn’t turn around. “I’m working, Damien.” “Looks intense.” His voice was closer than I expected. He stopped just behind my stool, looking over my shoulder at the half-shaded drawing of intertwined limbs. “That supposed to be us?” “Dream on.” I closed the sketchbook too quickly. “It’s for the showcase. Abstract figures. Nothing to do with… whatever this is.” He spun the stool so I faced him. He’d thrown on a black tank top, but it did nothing to hide the way his arms flexed or the faint red

There was a loud silence as everyone was captivated by the intricate design of the painting. It was a complex drawing of a beast that had four heads. Heads that look like a mixture of wolf and man and each head having different eye colors. Bright blue ocean eyes like spirit. Red bloody eyes like flames of anger A golden yellow eyes like jealousy and lust and lastly silver, gray eyes like a plague of death. The heads shared one body with two arms and legs but it had four separate tails with three tails moderately lengthy while the fourth one which is the tail in the middle was significantly longer than the rest and the background was pitch dark like the darkest night.

She was somewhere around seven or eight, completely absorbed in whatever she was drawing, her tongue pressed to the corner of her mouth in concentration. I lowered myself carefully into a chair near her, mindful of my ribs, and looked at the paper. The drawing was full. Not in a crowded way, in a deliberate way, like she had a clear picture in her head and was working her way across the page with intention. There was a dragon in the top left, red and blocky with impressive teeth. Below it, a woman in a red cape with a pointed hat on a flying broom, carefully coloured with a orange crayon. To the right of that, something with fangs and a dark cape that I was fairly certain was meant to be a v

In front of the skeleton-looking creature was a beautiful woman in a white dress holding a necklace looking at the skeleton-looking creature with a smile on her face. Her lips were painted red and her cheeks were either flushed or she made them red with blood. In another painting on the wall, two demonic creatures appeared to be dancing around a man in a mask. The creatures were all different but seemed to have been born from the same kind of evil creature. One of the creatures had a hawk-like foot, bat-like wings and a face mixed between a werewolf and a pig. One was covered in long fur and had three heads in one neck, one of the heads was gummed together with another one.

His fingers in his hole had brushed against a small bump which had caused a shock go through him that he was surprised he had not come. Once he had his body under control, he moved his fingers again rubbing at the bump there and all he could feel was intense pleasure. Unconsciously he closed his eyes and spread his legs so wide that one was already hanging out of the tub! It was not enough he need more. Then his mind conjured up an image of a cock, General Fan’s cock. His fantasy then then showed that he was being pierced by that thick cock. He added in another finger and started to move aggressively as his mind showed him being bent over with his ass in the air and General Fan’s body over h

I keep moving, not prepared to leave my friend…my mate’s brother alone in here. Even as the hairs on the back of my neck spike up, even as my blood runs cold…I keep moving…deeper, further. I can make out images on the walls…black pictures of animals. An element of something demonic about these drawings, something sinister. “Pierce?” I halt, my hearing heightened as I shine the torch back in front of me…Reuben stands alone in the pitch black, his eyes as black as the darkness that shrouds him.

he says glumly. I reach the final page and see it’s incomplete. It looks like he’s attempting to do a depiction of the Demon God, but he’s one of the only Gods where there’s no depiction of him anywhere, so I can see the issue. “I can see you have an amazing eye and imagination, so I think you’ll come up with something terrific. Maybe use your sketch of Jartre as inspiration,” I suggest, handing back his pad. “Why?” he asks in confusion, collecting his pad.