Demonic Ink Novels & Stories

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

He immediately inspires confidence and security. Henry is almost as tall as Santo, but he is much more slender in build. He has curly blond hair cut short and sky-blue eyes that shine with kindness and gentleness. What's more, Henry is a hopeless romantic who believes that he will find the love of his life at the corner of a street. Henry is an angel of kindness, and Santo is a demon that the Lord has placed on Earth to remind us of the existence of purgatory. And my husband, Elio, is the only person in this world who can control this demon.

Once you have completed the book you will return to the same place where you began reading. ---- To say I was shocked was an understatement. I have so many questions, I flipped the page only to find it blank, confused I looked through the rest of the book, page after page I found nothing. I closed the book and turned it upside down and opened it on the last page. In bold green letters, it read... To enter say these words, "ego te accipere donum" which was written in Latin.

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.

" On that journey, The cloak of conceal shall be taken away -- And their eyes shall see, Demons and angels, The good and thee of pure villainy, heaven and hell, And the land of Abaddon, Where the fates who craft the fabric of life, Dwell. A long journey shall it be, But take your ink and your skin, And write, One that has been Born By The Power, Awaits the day Chaos And Apocalypse shall Arise.

Darkness descended, the sky turning a sickly shade of crimson, and Mia's smile twisted into a look of terror. The demon's presence surged within him, stirring the dormant power that lay within his veins. Its malevolent whispers filled his mind, taunting him, tempting him to embrace the darkness. Alex clutched his head, desperately trying to block out the onslaught, but it was a battle he seemed destined to lose.

“An Adjudicator as witness is as strong as a contract written down.” “Not if an actual written and signed document already exists.” Ruben scowled. “He actually went that far?” “Yes he did.” “But demon contracts are written in blood and promise your life to the demon realm?” “Yes, they are and yes they do.” Kat twisted her mouth sardonically. “Shit...I’m sorry, baby girl.” “You shouldn’t have gagged me.” Kat looked away. Ruben turned in his seat and leaned towards her. “I will not let you return to him.”

Grey said, his hand secure around the grip of the blade even though it was holstered. "It's an illusion. The demon Deception's signature. Give me the dagger!" "Show me what is hidden!" The knife went into the the alter, the infecting the glass with webbed cracks down the sides. Darkness spread from the point of the blade unraveling the illusion of a church to a dark room walled with symbols drawn in blood, coal and glowing white chalk. The alter, now a feeble table of bones holding steady under a book binded in red leather and a clay bowl with etchings dominating its surfaces in and out.

the servant said as she shook in fear. They went to the room and Dante opened the door. On the floor was Yedam and Paula. Dracaryx entered the room and touched Paula's throat. There was no pulse, on the side of her neck were too puncture holes, her skin was pale like she had been drained of blood. There were also hand prints on her neck which indicated that a struggle had taken place.

The chalk circle smudged beneath him, sigils breaking. The demon stood again, cock now fully erect—fourteen brutal inches of ridged, throbbing heat pointing straight at Damien’s face. The head wept steadily, each drop sizzling faintly where it touched the floor. “Open your mouth,” the incubus ordered. “Confess with your tongue first. Taste what you’ve begged for.” Damien hesitated, one last shred of resistance. The demon’s tail curled around the back of his neck, gentle but unyielding, urging him forward.