Demonic Drawing Ideas Novels & Stories

I unlock the door as quietly as I can. Jonah’s asleep on the couch. He’s too big for it now—his legs hang off the edge, one arm thrown over his face and the other holding onto his inhaler—but he’s curled up under the blanket I bought him last Christmas. His sketchbook’s on the floor next to him, open to a page covered in dark, jagged lines. I kneel down. Look at the drawing. Monsters again. Always monsters. Claws and teeth and too many eyes, things that don’t look human but almost are, things that are breaking apart or putting themselves back together. I can never tell which.

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

The walls were covered in drawings and inscriptions… massive murals that told stories through images and symbols. Callie moved closer to the walls, her eyes wide as she began to study the drawings. They depicted lycans, creatures that looked exactly like what she and Damon had just been, performing rituals to the moon goddess. She could see them standing in circles, their heads raised to the sky, their bodies glowing with power. Another section showed lycans fighting in wars, defending other wolves and packs from destruction. They fought alongside four other figures, the four chosen wolves, each one distinct and powerful in their own way.

They were all pretty convincing. A big spiral-bound notebook made of drawing paper lay on the chair. I flipped through a few pages. Some had charcoal drawings made with angry looking strokes. Dark and rough, but still recognizable as fields and hills you’d find around here. Other pages had diagrams in pen with clusters of spidery notes. Prop guillotines and coffins with spring-loaded lids. But most of the pages had monsters. Some drawn, some cut from movie magazines and pasted in. Some were more Polaroids of James in makeup; others were ordinary pictures of people from advertisements or news stories. On those he’d painted open-throat wounds or gouged out eyes with pen.

Zombies are not real. He is patient. His heart is killing him but he is patient. He will see it through. He will see the figure. Slowly, it is becoming clearer. He can see the shape out of the dark. It looks like a human. It is human. But zombies are humans that ended up as lab rats and return to revenge so it is too early to judge. If it is human, why are they out at night, walking slowly from the dark? The house. Towards the house.

Which brings me to my master plan. Lucas raised an eyebrow, leaning over my shoulder as I began to draw furiously. "Your master plan?" "Yes," I said proudly, tapping the paper. "Look." I drew a small, stick-figure crown sitting on top of a giant head with angry eyebrows. "This is me… playing you." Then, I drew a row of tiny little monsters at the bottom of the page with jagged teeth, horns, and tiny pitchforks. "These are your court ministers and Lord Brandon. They're basically demons."

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.

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.