Evil Cupid Tattoo Novels & Stories

Eros Draeger My name is Eros, Eros Chaz Draeger, and I am an incubus. I take the life force from humans during the act of sex, and my master, the devil, takes a portion of it from me during sleep from the rune tattoo I have on my back. It can take the complete life force from any mortal who lays eyes upon it so I have to be cautious or leave a string of dead humans in my wake.

he asked curiously. Cupid smiled "That is me, but you can call me Cupid" he answered, Ricky balked "Cupid? Like THE cupid? Where is your bow and arrow? Where are your wings?" Shotgunning questions. He still did not believe his own eyes. Cupid smirked "I dont use the bow and arrow any more, come on man, that is sooooo fifteen hundreds. Now I use the chat services! and I cant just walk around with my wings out now can I? come on that would raise way too many questions. Anything else?"

She had seen gods and mortals coupling under the spell of her darts, but she had never done such lustful deed herself. But the burning passion mounting upon her seemed like an arching tide from the sea. She must have the virgin maiden or else the golden ichor inside her body would burn her heart to a cinder. "Heaven overhead, and the river of Styx that flows below, I promise you, Psyche, that no sort of evil shall befall you," Cupid said. The oath was the greatest and most terrible in the use of the blessed gods, even Psyche was touched by it. And the accents were so full of love that they inspired a like passion in her heart.

I shined the UV on his index finger and there was a tiny tattoo resembling two crosses, one on top of the other and a blood drop in the middle, the line through each cross wrapped around either side making a circle around it. “Clever blood suckers.” Abby said as she moved to the next vamp and found the same mark in the same place. We checked the remaining four vampires and they were all carrying the same make in the same place. “Well I guess I was wrong, Luna, I’m really sorry.” She apologized.

I lost my grin and looked at them with my devilish look. The man frowned. "Fuck! What do you want to happen?!" he ask angrily. I glanced again at his tattoo on the neck and bravely met his gaze. I pointed to the tattoo. "Delcour Mafia crest. You were responsible for Apollo schivan's death," Everyone was shocked again. Their seeming leader also recovered immediately.

The once pure becomes black as anger and vengeance surface. Placing the ingredients in their rightful places as the pentagram is made with ice and perfection. The once-promising and talented, marking its stance and standing as an aristocrat is nowhere to be found, as a tainted angel who turns into a devil with the ability of the God’s Capricorn is seeking revenge from the world and the other side where it can only find its death satisfaction. “Kill or be killed, I’ll surely be the one to kill and gain the body count I always seeking to be.”

She was upset that I didn't recognize her, and seemed deeply upset when I pushed her arms away and stared at her. Despite the simple black dress, the neckline was deep enough for the tattoo of his capital sin to be quite significant and easy to decipher. In the center of the small trunk was the image of a fat badger with his mouth wide open, where a small man fell into it. Around the animal, crosses, tombstones and flames spiralled over the woman's pale skin. The rest of the drawing was not noticeable enough for me to lose more than a few seconds staring, so I looked away when she also looked.

Lucian and Enzo stood in the VIP alcove, away from the crowd, surrounded by velvet ropes and desire thick enough to taste. Lucian looked like sin incarnate. Black leather pants hugged his thighs like they were molded to him. His shirt — or what was left of it — clung to his sculpted torso, sheer and soaked from the heat of the crowd. The fabric hung open down the middle, revealing hard planes of muscle and the inked trail of a snarling lycan tattoo that disappeared beneath his waistband. Across his collarbone, a fresh mating mark still glowed faintly, the skin raw and bitten deep — carved there by Enzo only hours ago.

Avi gasped softly. “We all have things we hide,” he said, his voice rougher than usual. With another shift, the scar vanished. Slowly hesitantly Avi released the illusion covering her own tattoo. The curling design spread across her neck and cheek, etched like living ink. Cain reached out, touching the outer line with care. “Five lines,” he murmured, impressed. “My mate is a very strong sorceress.” She rolled her eyes at him, but he only smiled.

But his step froze for a while and he went numb catching a glimpse of the girl's tattoo on her nape. Flashback... "I kind of hate this word, Gil," said Eva scrunching her nose. "Come on, it is a word we get when our names are combined," Gil said pinching her cheeks. Eva gripped Gil's hand tight because of the pain she was enduring getting the tattoo. When it was done she immediately turned her back towards Gil and asked, "How is it?" *EVIL* "Outstanding!" replied Gil. The flashback ended. The girl had the same tattoo *EVIL* on her back. For one second he thought it was Eva but soon he, himself pulled him back from his reveries and resumed walking towards them.