Evil Demon Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

Ansel says from right behind me. "I really don't like that.. But look, here, on his left hand." I say There is a red mark, it looks like a vine, wrapping around and around his index finger, it spreads across the back of his hand, around his wrist, where it ends in an open flower, with a pentagram in the center. It almost looks like a tattoo, in bright red ink. I check another vampire near by, he has a small red mark on his wrist, it's a pentagram, with a thin circle around it. The rest of the design is not there.

"It's impossible that many people would tattoo that kind of symbol. They have the mark of the devil. I guess they don't know who they're bumping into." "You know they really like circles as well as stars; that’s one explanation that we can consider, right? Maybe there’s a way that they just don't know that it is a symbol of demons." Zin whispers as the group looks at them evilly. "Besides, think about that symbol. First of all, let's solve the problem of how we can fight them without killing them." "Are you sure you can fight? Maybe you're still as strong as a bird." A man approached them and suddenly enveloped Zin.

Angel and devil. But was it ever bad when Nik was holding my hand? No. Never. Nik moved out of the way and so did Papa. And then I saw them. All the air escaped my body. Neither of their heads had any hair left, only angry red, burnt masses of tangled skin. Their noses and mouths were bleeding and most of their teeth were missing along with their ears. Emilio had one eye missing, like it had been scooped out of his skull. Their torsos had wounds in the shapes of lines and holes from knives, whips, and Goddess knows what else. When my eyes fell on the area between their legs, there was nothing. It was all gone.

he chuckled,”You’re a good asset to my gang. “What’s the last part of my training?” I asked, remembering the conversation from earlier. “You have to get a tattoo,” he stated. “A tattoo?” I gaped, “Why?” “It’s the trademark,” he smiled,”It’s kind of like a brand. Everyone in my gang has the tattoo.” “What’s the tattoo of?” I wondered. “A Devil's,” he smiled, “Or serpents.” “Why a Devil?” I questioned. “My gang name is The Devil's Brotherhood,” he smirked. I chuckled, and looked at him.

As if I was looking at him for the first time, he laughed and I noticed how white and perfect his teeth are, how throaty and deep his laughing voice is, and how a beautiful vein protrudes out of his neck. He raised his hand that clutched the crystal tumbler and put it over his lips, his Adam's apple bobbed up and down with each sip, his hands were so strong, so manly, with perfectly neat and trimmed nails. The tattoos, Good Lord, the tattoos were just chef's kiss. The Roman numerals over his fingers and the skull on the back of his hand were nothing less than a work of art. As their slurred voices reached my ears, I gulped down the rest of my drink. Evangeline and Delilah asked me if I want

He asked, surprising me. Nodding I watched him scoot toward the wall and open his arms invitingly. “You can lay your head down on my chest,” he offered me. Snuggling up against him I sighed in contentment. “Tell me about your cool tattoo,” I murmured and he chuckled. Playing with my hair, Eros told me that his back tattoo was put there by the devil so he could take the life energy from him that he took from others, and I looked up at him. “Why not have it removed then and really piss him off,” I snickered.

“He had a partner. Both of them stole almost a million from me. They split it and ran away the moment I found out.” “Oh.” I looked down. I don’t think I like talking to him about his job. It’s intense- he was intense. Despite being blessed with great looks, he was dangerous. What he does makes lives unpredictable… especially for him. He was the leader and I’m sure a lot of dangerous men like himself are after him. My eyes suddenly caught the tattoos that adorned his fingers. This managed to make me divert the subject. “Can I see your hands?” He raised a brow questioningly. Either way he reached out his hand for me to take it. The forefinger and the pinky have wings. One wing on each side. Th

He looked at me briefly then back at my hand that was holding onto his. The biggest and clearer of the tattoos was on the back of his palm. It was drawn with dark ink that stood out on his well tanned dark hands. At first it looked like a sun rising in the horizon and glazing over a field with details of how it shines around it in tiny well drawn marks, I soon realized it was the sea the sun was rising on and not heaps in a field. "Solem Orientem Ghe Mari" I called out the foreign words written right under the tattoo of the sun and the sea. It sounded Latin or was it Italian?

One glance at Draven told me he was as tense as I felt, his jaw clenched so tightly I thought it might crack. "Pause it there." he said, his voice low but commanding. Alex, sitting at the computer, froze the footage, “What is it?" Draven leaned closer, his dark eyes narrowing as he pointed to the screen. "That guy’s hand. Look." I followed his gaze. At first, I didn’t see anything out of the ordinary, but then I spotted it—a tattoo curling around the man’s wrist like a serpent. It was intricate, almost ritualistic in design.

I laid there, spread out and breathing so hard as I looked at the man standing between my legs. My nipples were on display, for him to watch to satisfaction. There was no other expression on his face except the lust and desire for me. What if he turns to his demon form and destroys me? And he couldn't control it? Thinking about that, his gaze became dangerous to me. Greyson started taking off his clothes. His jacket left his body revealing his full form. Wow! There's a tattoo of fish on his right biceps, which I was just noticing. Why would a demon have a fish tattoo? Weird.