How To Draw Demon Horns Novels & Stories

And he died finding the answers. I pulled a piece of chalk out of my pocket and knelt down on the ground. I drew a huge circle on the ground first. Then drew a big five pointed star inside the circle. In the middle of the star, I wrote the name of the king of hell, Lucifer. Outside the circle, I wrote the names of five demons of hell. The real demons. Not the fake ones that had surrounded us in the house. The fake demons were looking at me in awe as I was doing my job. If they knew what I was doing, they would have decapitated my head right when I wrote the name of Lucifer. But they were fake demons. So they did not know what I was up to.

The smell gave rise to the desire to kill. The demon's eyes became bloodshot, turning from purple to crimson purple. Long sharp claws sprouted from her hands, leathery wings with purple veins unfolded behind her back, through which magic flowed. The head was crowned with long, backward curved black embossed horns, and elongated fangs appeared in the mouth - a combat transformation. Killing was the only thing Rathar wanted now.

He played with his brows playfully. This man was wasting her time. "Will you stop ogling me, demon? It gives me creeps," she said, then shivered. His horns straightened, a sign of demons becoming angry. Demons did not want to be called by demons. It was a sign of disrespect for their kind and treated it as a declaration of war. "Say that again!" he urged. Steam started to emerge on his body. "Demon," Terah repeated without care, making him even furious.

Terrified. She screamed. She fell unconscious as she saw the unfamiliar figure with fresh blood on the corners of his lips, the color of his eyes was completely black. The man has two horns that adorn the right and left above his head, not very visible but enough to attract attention. How can a siren creature have horns like the horns of a demon? And that scary face managed to make Marion so shocked that she lost consciousness.

"Not her. You need to step down." "Fuck you, Storm-Treader!" Claws gripped me tightly, cutting into my skin as the demon's face warped to show me the true monster underneath. Her jaw had unhinged, split down the middle like a beetle's mandibles but human and lined with spikes. Her pupils forked, sharp and alien, in the purple of her iris and the black of her sclera, as a mane wrapped around her head like a lion, cat-like nose twitching, black fur twisting down her exposed arms and back. Her horns jutted ugly and ram-like from her forehead in a pair of three, making it look like a twisted crown. "This cunt is mine, and I will not yield! Come, say the words!"

the demon said, “It won’t harm you. Just a little sidetrack until you reach your happiness. My curse is…” Rose’s ears swallowed his words, her eyes widened. Her lips were speechless after what she heard from him but she couldn’t react. She watched as from the demon’s head a horn appears. “What do you say?” The horn continue to grew like a sheep except it was darker in the color of maroon. His smile widened even more, showing just how happy he was to find a new toy to play with. “Do you think I will get a better offer from other demons than you?” She asked directly for the demon to laugh.

I blinked a couple of times, forcing my eyes to focus, and after a bunch of tries, I finally understood what he meant. On his head, Derrick had two horns sticking out. They were black in color, with an outline of bright red light around them. They were slightly curved at the top, like the typical sign of the devil's horn. "You're not able to control it, are you?" Dame asked. I watched as Derrick shook his head. Zin shook his head as Dame sighed. "I will, master, don't worry!" Zin said it out of nowhere. And when I turned to look at Derrick to ask him about it, he just silently watched me.

This made more knives and daggers to be thrown at him. Seeing the sharp objects flying towards him with speed, he disappeared from there. This made the demon to be confused, the next thing he heard was the swishing of air. The demon turned in time for a dagger to cut through his neck. Black blood slipped out of the cut. He became angrier after Clarence cut his neck. His sharp nails came out, his eyes turned black. Smoke came out from his nostrils as his horns also appeared. "Oh oh seems like I've brought out the beast in you," Clarence said this time charging forward, he drew out his double-edge daggers from his robe. Its sides shone as the small light that slipped through the trees hit it.

But my mom just smiled. “That’s my girl.” I smiled proudly. “But what is that?” She picked me up and walked over to her bookcase, she pulled out a really old book and opened it. On the page was a man with horns on his head and a long tail. “So, a demon is usually a very strong being. One who will use tricks and magic to punish anyone who makes them angry. Many people are afraid of them, because they are really strong and don’t show mercy to their enemies.”

I was the one to draw the circle, channel my power, and summon the demon. The piece of chalk in my hand glowed blue. Ordinary chalk, used by students everywhere, yet I put so much of my power inside it that the pentagram flashed with fire as soon as I started to draw it. I'm not sure how to put it; my necromancer's gift, my magic power, and my half-demon nature poured out of my fingers, soaking the chalk, sliding across the lines, which were coming to life right before our very eyes.