Evil Demon Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

All of this is beginning to bring havoc to the city. Josh took a big breath, then the tattoo gradually emerged on his chest, and it was now expanding all over his chest, almost becoming a sleeve on his arms. It all started to gleam, and the previous little agony became excruciating with each flash of light from her tattoos. There are inscriptions in the tattoos that will bring demons to him. The demons shrieked loudly when his entire body lighted up. Animal devils swooped quickly toward him. “Everyone follow me!“ Josh yelled.

I’m about to close the diary and put the picture back into the envelope, feeling a crushing weight of unanswered questions settle heavy in my chest, when something catches my eye. His hand. His left hand, resting on my mother’s waist, is partially visible. And there, on the back of his hand, near his thumb, is a small, dark tattoo. It’s not clear in the faded picture, but I can make out the distinct shape: a stylized, almost tribal-looking symbol, a sharp, angular design that looks like… My breath hitches. My entire body freezes. The blood drains from my face, leaving me cold, clammy. I know that tattoo.

And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top. Obscurité. Darkness. "I have another one in my hand." He showed his hand with a tattoo of a skull. "How come I have never noticed those?" I asked with surprised, never in life, I saw those tattoos. This is insane I'm must be going crazy. "Calm down the one on my hand I just got like last week." He chuckled and I sighed. "This is beautiful." I said in admiration as I gazed at his tattoos on his hand and his left arm.

Taking a step forward, I began to go to help, but the beautiful mysterious man halted me. “It’s too late.” His fingers were hot upon my wrist. “What do you mean? You mean…you are here for them?” I stepped back towards him, but I didn’t pull my arm away from his warm grip. “Not all of them, just one. The rest have gone up above. I strictly work below.” “Are you the Grim Reaper?” Tears were building up in my eyes. “My name is Ash and you can say I am the Devil’s right-hand man,” he said. A tear glided down my cheek. Ash reached to my skin and wiped it. “Do I scare you?”

I heave out a humourless chuckle. She leads me towards the couch and I look down to stare at the tattoo on her hands. It mesmerizes me the second I saw it, it’s electric blue and a lot larger than every other elemental out there. I included. 2 large lightning bolts are carved on the sides of her hands, starting from her wrists all the down to her elbows, and both ends of the bolts are connected to the other through a white line.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

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 bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

We are in a pitch black vast space and clueless about where to go or what to expect. An identical replica of the demon was wrought on the insides of the gate, looking the same as the one on the outside. The gate demon was in the centre of the doors with eyes shut, encircled by handprint etchings on the bottom left and right corners of the gate. Inscriptions “Terra” and “Demonium” were engraved left and right, in line with the demons head and the “Divus” carving was inscribed above the demons head. Handprints and inscriptions engraving were all linked with ember veins filled with Erzelus ichor, forming a pentagram sign which blazed in fire and Erzelus’s blood. The creepy Macabantran gates loo

Hunter still held the contract and flaunted it in front of Daran. "I… chose Daran Carver as my lord!" Everyone froze. Hunter looked at me intently. I'm not going to come to you, Hunter. The contract in Hunter's hand burned by itself as a sign that the contract could not be canceled. The fire from the contract felt like it was burning the skin on my arm. When I looked, on my right hand appeared a rune (magic spell) like a blazing flame. The fire went out, leaving an intricate black tattoo of a hexagonal seal on my skin.