Evil Cupid Tattoo の小説・ストーリー

His husky voice seemed like a promising warning to her and she fluttered her eyes open. His dark eyes and devilish side smirk didn't seem sincere to her at all. But from the close she dared to see his face clearly, that dark spot was actually a tattoo which was a black snake. Half of it was drawn on his temple area and the other half started from the under corner of his left eye, running across his left cheek, sinking to his ear. She could tell that under that tattoo was the deep scar which was perfectly hidden by the art. He looked scary with that thing, like a demon. Cruel Damon.

I took a close look at it before my eyes slightly widened. A snake wrapped around a sword and a skull tattoo. The sword was into the skull and the snake was coming out from the skull's eyes, mouth and other holes on it's face. It wasn't big but any person who is or was, in my case, involved in the underworld knew what this tattoo mean The Italian Mafia. Ace was part of the Italian mafia. A C E I stared at Ivy who had her eyes fixed on the tattoo on my wrist which represented the Italian mafia. Her eyes were wide opened and her lips were slightly parted. She hadn't realized that I was staring at her, she was too concentrated on the tattoo.

They were grateful they hadn't provoked him, or they might have been the ones lying on the floor. Frederick lifted the nearly unconscious brute off the ground. "Answer my question. Where'd you get that tattoo?" He was curious because the tattoo was Organization V's symbol, but the brute was just an Aflon Grandmaster, the lowest rank among Savant Grandmasters, making it impossible to be a member of the organization. Nevertheless, Frederick was certain that he must have some connection with the organization. The brute, bloodied and trembling, begged for mercy. "Please spare me! It's from a notorious serial killer of women—Ripper. I thought it looked cool, so I got one too."

After the near rape incident the first few months I was there, we had the tattoos done on our left arm to signify we were all one, part of the same group. A sigil of each pack combined into one tattoo. A wolf’s head with long fangs for Venom Fang, the crescent moon above its head for Crescent Moon Lucius’s pack, The forest behind it for the Black Forest pack that Johnny comes from, a red river at the bottom for Dex’s pack the Blood River Pack and the night sky, for the Dark Night Pack where Brent is from. They all have the same one. Heading out into the living room, I see them all sitting around chatting and laughing when they all look at me.

He took too long for whatever ritual he was doing, that she slipped off to observe his tattoo instead. Evy found the tattoo glowing for some reason, either her eyes were failing her or it was only a reflection from the light. “There is good news.” “Is it a nasty curse?” That’s rude. Just because she’s trying to get hired doesn’t mean she’s possessed by a ghost. Also, how can that be good news? “No. Your daughter is perfectly devoid of any curses.” “Nothing?” The priest shakes his head. Lord Devine looked at Evy and narrows his eyes as if he doesn’t believe him.

During the Spanish Inquisition, Epic Cu provided torture devices for the Vatican. "Epic Cu used to be owned by the Catholics?" I asked. Julie shook her head. "No. It was built by Neratomay." "Are you saying that the Vatican knows about Vampires?" "That's what I'm saying," Julie said. "Epic Cu is where the most important Vampires are sent when they break the rules. It's a mystery what goes on there, and the Elders aren't talking. The place is stripped bare. There aren't even any guards. There is not a need for any."

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

Dean says. "All my vampires are good, and I do not believe anyone can be corrupted. We will have to cover their tattoos because I do not think the original tattoo looks like theirs. I know that I have been evil before, but since I got the tattoo, my feelings and soul have returned, and I can not be evil even if I want to," Vladimir says. "What about your sister? She got the same tattoo as you, and she turned out to be evil. What if she has spies here? What if they know that we are going to send some spies? Wouldn't it put your vampires' lives in danger?" Tamara asks.

Lucifer Once I flash out of Lana’s room, I partially shift into my devil form and hone my senses until I reach the destination Azazel instructed me to go to. The earthquake occurred in the Arcata forest. Using my night vision, I try to find the entity that caused such havoc but see nothing. I land near a copse and look around for any signs of what it could have been until I reach a large section of the forest that looks like it was burnt to a crisp. The trees, dirt and grass around the ragged opening are scorched. Within minutes, Azazel and Mathias appear beside me.