Evil Demon Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

He sits on the working table, hanging both his legs to the floor. He took off his shirt and lift his hand motioned me to come to him. I'm in awe right now, cause he had a great body, and what I observed is, he had a tattoo on his right shoulder muscle. It seems like a round shape with dots and swirling hurricane shape. I can't see that clearly, cause I'm not near to him and besides the light shadow is dominating his right hand. I stand there, contemplating to go to him or not, my face is flushed and becomes red I'm sure. Cause the view in front of me is very hot, hotter than a volcano, and I'm melting in this lava .

“You are mine, Devil Emperor Finn.” A fragment of pure halo light bloomed from her palm and sank into his heart. Finn slid his hand around her waist, pulling her close. “I am only yours, Heavenly Empress Vivica,” he whispered, accepting her light as he placed a beautiful black crown upon her head, the crown of the Empress of Hell. Their lips met in a deep, passionate kiss as white and black petals rained down from above, showering them in a storm of light and shadow. Cheers and applause erupted throughout the venue.

Her reaction was immediate. Her eyes widened in terror as she stared at the image. Slowly, shakily, she lifted her hand and pointed at it. “T-th-is… h-he… i-is a d-dev-il,” she stuttered. “B-b-ad… m-man.” A chill crawled down my spine. “Yes,” I nodded firmly. “He is a bad man. Have you ever seen him with your daughter?” Tears streamed down her cheeks as she looked around the room, panic flooding her face.

I waved back at him and then signaled him to stay where he is because first I need to get Ethan’s soul and then only I would be able to kill Gael. I turned and then walked to the mirror, I made a gesture with my hand that released power, and eventually, it opened. I looked at those bottles carefully, there were many and I was looking for one specific bottle. I tried to remember the words that Ethan had said to me in the basement. “THE DEVIL HAS CAPTURED MULTIPLE SOULS IN MANY OF THE SAME BOTTLES BUT HE KEEPS A MARK ON EACH SOUL.” The light popped up in my mind, “The mark…” and then I started looking for a black mark on the bottles. After looking for a while carefully, finally I found one.

Caleb ordered her. She glanced at Zander and extended her hand towards him, Zander glanced at her open palm and saw an eye tattoo on her palm. Which was dark and it was creepy, the way it was staring at Zander made him wonder why it is so dark. Seers has the tattoo on their palms and it most slightly grey but hers was dark which had him suspicious of them. No, Don’t let her touch you! Azazel yelled but Zander chose to ignore him and placed his palm on hers.

Damien’s P.O.V. The night was finally here, October 30, Devil’s night. It was also Synestra’s 18th birthday. I desperately wanted to spend the day with her, but it had become somewhat of a tradition for the band to host a concert and party in Detroit on this night. Detroit was the city that made the day what it had become, and fans travelled from all over the world to be there for this one night. It was a night of wickedness and perversion, mischief, and mayhem. It was the night I was born for the night I waited all year for. We called it the Hallowicked Masquerade, everyone came in costumes and masks. We found humans feel much more comfortable engaging in evil doings when others could not s

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

They can ruin nothing. … Drying my hair, I look once again at the photo that laid on the table. A hand and a tattoo. The hand was so pale it looked like if the person was dead. But something in the picture called my attention. The hand was so delicate, beautiful and long nails. The tattoo over the hand had a weird symbol. I turn my head to the side but didn’t get to understand what it was. Deciding to flip the photo, I stop and notice it. A moon mark and something else. Frowning, I get the photo closer to my face.