Meliodas Demon Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

Morgana didn’t say a word, her mumbling chanting as she held the salve between her fingers glowed with a red tint. “Pull her dress to the side so I may see her mark.” Her eyes narrowed, looking at the deep black tattoo on my shoulder. Shaking her head, she placed the salve on my mark. Acid on my skin would have felt better than this. Letting out a growl, my dragon thrashed inside me. I jerked away the best I could, but the bindings around my chest proved to be too strong.

He pulled down his robe a little. “I would like it written in my heart,” Aeliana swung into action immediately. She stared at her handiwork proudly. It was a black tattoo, so the beauty really came out on his white, flawless skin. Demetrius, Carissa, and Valeria also tattooed theirs. Demetrius had the name 'Rissa' tattooed on his shoulder. Valeria had 'Miguel' on her chest, and Carissa had 'Metrius' On her shoulder as well. They stared at it in admiration. “My Lord, the sketchers are here,” a guard said from outside with a bow.

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 say. He leans towards me and kisses me briefly, but he doesn't say anything. He rises from the bed, his cock still semi-hard. He turns his back to me and I sit up. His back is covered in tattoos. It's some kind of winged creature—a demon? Dragon? Grim reaper?—and it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen. I didn't notice it earlier. He doesn't look like the kind of man to have a tattoo. Who is Damien Keller?

Mandy excitedly jumped, wanting me to show them my new mark. Giggling, I moved my hair aside, showing off my new mark, making everyone looking at it in admiration. Marcus looked proud as he showed the exact same mark I had on his shoulder, a mark showing a black wolf standing on a rock above the ocean with a mermaid rising from the ocean as they were wrapped in the big white moon shining above them. "O, my Goddess. It is beautiful." Lizzy said, not being able to stop looking at my mark. "Well, it was about time you two." Damon said, slapping Marcus on his back, "But my warning stays, hurt her and you will experience my rage."

Atlas’ lips trace down my jaw, and he kisses my neck softly as I look up at the disco lights flickering across the tall ceiling. “You can have demon markings done at parties like this. They appear when you want, and disappear when you don’t,” Atlas tells me, directly into my ear. “I love the idea of choosing a marking for you. Somewhere only I would see.” Gods. Atlas Eridani is going to ruin me for any male shifter. For anyone.

Somehow, I had arrived back here. He stood, annoyed. “I am sorry, but no autographs right now,” he snapped. “The security guards should have told you. This is my private time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare.” With a guttural roar, I leapt right for his throat. I felt my incisor teeth expanding. The pain was horrible. But the hunger was worse. I sank my teeth in deeply. He screamed. But too late. My teeth sank deep into his veins. I drank.

It seems like Drex was holding back. "What is it?" I asked curiously. "Well while checking the dead body we found something." I narrowed my eyes on him. "What did you find?" He turned to look back at the dead body and met my gaze. "T.D were marked on her cheek." I frowned, scoffing in annoyance. The dark tide was back.

“You’re sure no shifters had this mark?” He gave a single nod. I studied the tattoo—a serpent coiled through a three-headed skull, each skull bearing the distinct features of a mamba, a cobra, and a viper. A flicker of recognition stirred in my memory, but I couldn’t place it. Pulling out my phone, I snapped a picture. “I’ve seen this before—just can’t remember where. I’ll dig into it from my office. Thanks, Doc.” He acknowledged me with another nod before sliding the body back into its cold drawer.

His bare, brown upper body allowed me to see things there more clearly than last night. Rhysand broad-shouldered and narrowed to his hips. An eagle tattoo runs from his left upper arm to his left chest and is decorated with tattoos of strange letters on his chest and both elbows on the inside of his arms. There was a chain necklace hanging around his neck. I blinked at the indecent sight the moment I woke up. Rhysand del Millero is truly the perfect demon who can fool anyone. Look, he makes me hate him even more for being so handsome and irresistible.