Meliodas Demon Mark Tattoo Novels & Stories

I curled around my stomach, trembling. When it was over, Damon knelt beside me. Blood smeared his shirt. His eyes searched mine. "Are you hurt?" I shook my head. He stood and motioned to the fallen attackers. One of his guards rolled up a sleeve. A tattoo. Black ink. A stylized wolf. I staggered closer. My breath caught. "That mark—I saw it. On the SUV. The day I crashed." Damon’s expression darkened. "It’s Andrei’s mark."

Dhampir Silas replied politely with folded hands. Dhampir Silas Noah is the guardian of the coven and Ace Denzell's bodyguard. He has black eyes with pale skin and wears a mask made of leather with teeth as sharp as knives. On the back of his neck, there is a Molinija tattoo mark, which looks like two streaks of jagged lightning crossing in an 'X'. This tattoo is only given to a dhampir who has killed a Strigoi. "Where is the queen?" Rook Theia asked.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

I gulped it all, coughing as he pulled out. He removed the clamps gentle, rubbing my sore nipples. Pain faded to throb. Then, from his pocket, a small marker—permanent ink. "Hold still." He knelt, drew on my hip—a small outline, a dragon like his tattoos, coiled around a V for Voss. Discreet, hidden under clothes. "My mark. Permanent soon, if you earn it." I touched it careful, ink fresh. "Yes, master." Heat bloomed—owned deeper.

His hands held the railing as he leaned on it, putting some of his weight on his hands and looking at the ocean. I was relieved to find him there. Standing behind, I looked at his back and for the first time, I actually looked at the tattoo on his back, near his torso right in the middle, where his spinal cord was. It was an inverted cross with snakes wrapping around it. It was demonic. He was demonic. I mean who gets an inverted cross tattooed on their body? I walk to him and stand a few feet behind. “Why are we still here?” I ask looking at his broad back, scrunching my eyes due to the bright sun.

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

Faelon growled threateningly and Atlas grunted. "I'm just curious about what you find interesting about her. I can see her ex did a number on her and she has a mark on her inner left thigh. Looks like a demon bite," Atlas exclaimed in fascination. Faelon's brow rose as he recalled Lucifer saying she was demon marked. "What does a demon mark mean? Do you know, reaper?" He asked. Atlas shrugged and told him he had no idea but Rai may know. Sophia went to the sink and got a glass of water. They both watched her take a pill and sigh.

But when I woke up this morning it was all gone, the sores, the itching, the bleeding gone, replaced by a siren mate mark. It would have been beautiful, if it wasn't forced. It looked like a scaly black tattoo, in the mirror, but it was very cool and soft to the touch. It was a half moon, with half of it wrapped in the most beautiful flowers, the top of the other side had the head of a Lycan. Inside the curve were two crowns intertwined. I stared at in the mirror and the scales seemed to shimmer, before the entire mark disappeared into my skin. I touched the spot and it felt smooth, soft and very damp.

Behind the screen, Mark sat casually, placing his crossed legs on the desk. He had a perfect face with an air of impetuosity. He was in a black shirt and long pants, with his shirt unbuttoned three buttons down, showing off his chest and some of his tattoos. The tattoo of a fallen angel against his fair skin made him seem even more dangerous. The rosary in his hands was a huge juxtaposition to his tattoos, yet it didn't seem out of place.

Everything came back to me and wiped away some of my excitement as the thought of never getting to hunt with my friends completely dampened my mood which Asmodeus unfortunately saw. “You really loved your job huh?” I completely ignored his question and tried to change the topic back to the birthmark. I did not want to think of hunting or my family any longer than I could actually handle. “What do you think it means ? Isn’t this just exciting also who has such a perfectly drawn out tattoo with straight lines ?What if this is a magic mark or something? What if we are cursed ,I mean think about …how can two people have the exact same straight mark on the exact same spot?”