Doom Slayer Symbol Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Everything went fuzzy and I was out. Present Day. I stood from the couch and walked over to the picture on the wall. I stood in front of it, moving my eyes over the mix of colours. It was like a galaxy of stars, glitter and beautiful colours. It was the kind of picture that would make someone calm and happy. It was the type of picture someone could marvel at for hours. It was the kind of picture that someone would smile at. But not me. It was the same picture that I have been forced to look at thousands of times throughout my life. I crossed my arms and my fingers moved slowly over my forearm. The fingertips traced over the countless raised scars left behind from my childhood education. I le

"Yep. Looks like someone with a cut on brother." "Ain't ours either." I say noticing the differences in our cuts. The nightmare Warriors cut has the death symbol holding his usual scythe in one hand and in the other a shield with the symbol for grace. It's the same symbol my father swore in front of, I would know it anywhere, and that ain't it. "Yeah, I don't think so either. Shit, what does this mean?" I ignore his question and grab my phone out of my pocket heading for the other side of the main office we are currently using. Austin answers on the second ring.

Slowly walking over to the front of the stalker watched as the two rivals circle each other staring into the souls. The hero from the heavens look familiar his dark curls fell over his head, a beard of a clean dress cut, acute. But pleasant metal eyes, wearing an gold and Red Army suit, he had a dagger in his hand and a shield in the other with the Utopias symbol of Unity on it. The real symbol is an all gold, base of a circle and three petals that are in the position of a triangle overlapping each other. He stood tall and mighty compared to Zaro who was pale, hunched back and no light in his soul.

I replied calmly as she shot her deep stare at me and said “You gave her your dagger mark Draco….. you marked her as your SLAVE AND NOT AS YOUR MATE” I remained quiet for couple on minute, she was indeed correct, I did not gave jasmine as my Mate mark but I gave her a Slave mark…. Jasmine was attracting many men’s with her improving beauty, I was getting reckless to see men’s feeling with need to be with her, owning to this security I ended up giving Slave mark to Jasmine but I told her lie that I marked her as my mate, I marked her with a Dagger mark with a dragon encircling it, which is symbol representing Dragon slave, who is forbidden to be touched by any other than his master.

Smith said and Diana scoffed and they both sat on rocks. " Whatever! I just want him to bind me with that spirit beast he has, I really love them and besides Smith i am noticing something's about you, What is that Mark on your back and your hand, I am really shocked right now " Diana asked and Smith smirked. " Well The tattoo at my back is what I don't really know, This tattoo on my hand is what they call the mark of Amargeedon, I am a seed of Armageddon and it is said that once a seed of Armageddon is marked... Then there is a great war approaching while the wolf tattoo on my back is what I was born with and I don't know what it signifies at all " Smith said taking of his Shirt and revealin

And that symbol belongs to the Red Moon pack! ***

It was a black dragon with wings, surrounded by black roses. “You have a weird tattoo,” I commented out of the blue. He lowered his gaze to his forearm. “All members of the Anderson Mafia have this kind of tattoo. It serves as our identification.” I fell silent, staring at it intently. For some unknown reason, that symbol is familiar to me. I tried to dig into my memory to recall where I’d seen that tattoo before, but it only caused my head to ache, prompting me to rub my temples. Cole quickly attended to me.

Morana tried her best, but she couldn’t hold back the tears that trailed down her frozen eyes. “Captain…” Nox groaned through his clenched teeth. “How do you know it’s the doom logo? It could be a fake like the one in the Circus Master. Some organization made a logo,” I said. “Doom logo? You gave that thing a name already?” Morana scoffed. “Understandable. You are not yet aware of how this logo twists fates and destroys lives, so your naiveness is natural.” “That’s not what she asked,” Verity said. “How do you know the logo Carys drew was the Doom logo?”

he said as he stared at the burning building with the kidnappers inside screaming in pain. “Grim reaper?” confusion was on my face. He shook his head, “Non, I am Doom and I bring death to people.” “What do you mean?” I asked with confusion. He replied with a cold voice, “It doesn’t matter. You will forget about me anyway.” “I won’t… You saved me. I owe you my life,” I murmured. “You will, I will make you,” he softly mumbled as he slowly snapped his finger in front of me.