Evil Demon Hand Tattoo Novels & Stories

He put the boxers back in his closest. He walked back. His all tattoos were visible. The first time his upper half was revealing the one tattoo that was stretched along his neck. The ink on his neck was a snake circling his neck like a permanent choker, the pattern looked like a compressed font of Devil with its scary fangs looking like they are permanently feeding on his blood. He also has many tattoos on his arm making a sleeve like an illusion on his right arm and also covering a little part of his chest.

“Well check his side.” Elizabeth pulled up the side of his shirt and saw a tattoo like markings from his mid-side all the way up to his neck. “That’s the mark of a demon. During the bonding the partner gets injected with the demons venom. Mila being the devils one and only daughter is a very powerful demon. Sadly even more then me.” I paused letting her soak in the information. “Wait injected with demon venom,” She said looking at me with a worried look. “What would happen to him then?”

Until I was pasted against the wall with my hands tied on my back. “Ouch… you are hurting me. Leave me.” I protested. “The world already has an impression of me. I don’t give a heck about it anymore. However, you need to be aware that I don’t like to hear excuses, yet you are lucky to be granted this opportunity twice.” His hot breath fell into my ears, as if someone from hell was downcasted and he was surely one. A devil. An inferno with a tattoo of a weird and unrecognizable symbol on the side of his neck, which I noticed when he flipped me around.

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

I am afraid this poor soul does not understand either. “***” The man just stands there and waves his hands in the air as to say he does not mean harm. I raise the palm of my hand and signal him to stop moving so I can get a little bit closer. “The emblem of Lycori.” In the corner of his neck, I notice a small red tattoo of a pointy flower. The emblem of the demon continent, Lycori. I have read that it is common for demon villages to have humans as slaves; this old man must have escaped from his demon master all the way over here.

And the hand he cut off landed woefully in a pool of blood, as if unconsciously rolling in Evelyn's direction, finally coming to rest silently at her feet. Evelyn lowered her head and looked away. It was a hand belonging to a demon, the skin as hard as steel, the fingers and palm of the hand were oddly elongated, and the hooked black nails could easily tear through any defense. The black pattern on the demon's arm intertwined into an eye on the back of the hand, and that eye was staring straight at Evelyn, finally oozing blood. Evelyn lifted her beautiful eyes and her gaze passed over Shaykh with Xavier and landed on Baymont.

He rolled up the first of his sleeves and stretched his hand out so it caught the light. His entire sleeve was a canvas of intricate tattoos, with a clock dominating the design, its inner gears showing and extending down to his wrists. Surrounding the clock was a blooming rose flower, its petals wilting. Delicate rose flowers bloomed around it, their petals hugging the clock, yet also wilting, as if succumbing to the passage of time. Dominating the top part of his hand was what I assumed was an angel, with a dark cloak over his body and a blade buried in his chest

His voice was detached, but I felt the weight of it. On his right hand, a serpent coiled around his wrist, with flames dancing across his fingers and a miniature skull on his index finger. On his left hand, a majestic eagle dominated his wrist, with a cryptic symbol on his thumb and the ominous phrase "Mors Certa, Hora Incerta" on his ring finger. Around his neck and slightly above his chest, a delicate pattern of barbed wire ran along his neck. A pair of ravens perched on his shoulders, their eyes gleaming with an otherworldly intelligence.

It's like he's my human teddy bear, he keeps my nightmare away. I started rubbing my forefinger over his tons of tattoos on his left arm. It feels like the skin on his tattoo felt a bit bulging but I love he feeling of it against my skin. I glued my eyes on his mermaid tattoo and it's funny how he has a mermaid tattoo on him when he's a man. But for some reason it even makes him more manly even though it's a female-ish tattoo. I run my forefinger down to his long fingers and held his hand as I stare at his fingernails. His hand was really huge. It could even cover my entire palm. I tried to entwine my fingers in between the spaces of his fingers and held his hand tight.

I honestly cannot picture the Devil being much worse than this man that ice seen do despicable things to his wife that he claims to love and to his biological daughter, the Devil will have to bring some mean competition to beat this man. "I'll do you one, you don't mess up my deal I don't mess up your mother, do we have an agreement?" He offers like the Devil he is, he mock offers a handshake and I refuse to touch him, he insists, staring me deep in the eyes with his palm stretched out toward me, tired of the eye contact I reach out and shake the old Devil's wrinkled hand.