Supernatural Demon Trap Tattoo Novels & Stories

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

Silas's voice was edged with disbelief, as if grappling with the idea of supernatural forces at play. Ezra turned his attention to Lady Athena, his curiosity piqued. "What kind of curse are we dealing with, exactly?" Lady Athena's gaze held a mixture of solemnity and concern as she began to explain. "A demonic curse is a potent form of dark magic, woven in a way that links the victim to a malevolent entity, in this case, a demon. The victim becomes a conduit for the demon's influence, their emotions, thoughts, and even actions manipulated by the curse. It's a sinister form of control, and demons often utilize it to spread chaos and further their own agendas."

The man was tattered,shirtless, trembling, wearing only his pants. A tattoo covered his back: the Aurelian insignia–an eagle’s eye with a red cross at its center. The man was sweating. Crying. Breaking. “Boss! Boss, please give me a second chance!” he sobbed. “I swear I didn’t do it” “I delivered the drugs exactly as you ordered. It wasn’t me!” Dominic tilted his head slightly. “Are you yelling at me?” His voice was quiet low and sharp yet it echoed off the walls like a blade striking stone.

demon:- listen cali what I am going to say is listen carefullthithingsg are going to get nasty to her and on, so don't talk to me because they are going to listen to us, because those masks have the technology, so don't do anything stupid, don't talk about me and don't talk about my past, if you ever feel scared just hold my hand, and don't touch any part of me, I hope you understand me, don't say anything don'don't anything. Cali:- are you crazy how in the world I am going to do that, I am afraid, I want to go home. demon:- don't be scared I am with you and I will be standing next to you, no matter what happens just trust me, I promise I will take you home soon. ****************************

It looks distinct yet vivid as it's red eyes look like they are glowing softly under the radiance of the moon. The sight of it sent shiver down Nima's spine. Although the tattoo looks terrifying, for some reason, it drew her in as well. She found herself inching closer to take a closer look, and she felt this sensation that the tattoo was alive. Her hand inch closer to pull down Joel's shirt more, and he made it easier by removing the shirt completely, his toned back adorned by the mysterious demonic tattoo bare to Nima's view “It looks…..” Nima trailed off, and Joel completed her sentence by saying, “Alive right?”

One I could recognise anywhere. Seated, with head bowed on his thigh was Damon. He was asleep; both arms folded over his knee and he wasn't wearing a shirt and I could see that from the dull amber lights that flooded into the room from outside. His hair was let free, no longer bound by the strings that usually held them together. They fell freely over his head, brushing his arm, shoulders and broad back, making him look wild— and so beautiful. I swallowed when my eyes caught the outlines of his tattoo. They traveled from his back up to his shoulder. There were fiery drawings reaching up to his neck like he was being consumed by flames and I caught the drawing of an eagles' talon scratching h

The devil. His eyes were completely black, filled with power, malevolence, and death—nothing like the green eyes I knew as Sam. A demon with dark red tattoos leaped onto his back, and Sam let out an earth-shattering roar. He effortlessly grabbed the demon with a single hand and snapped its neck with his two fingers. Like a toothpick. "He's fighting his own demons. He's slaughtering his own demons." Elle whispered with a horrified tone. Her grip on my hand had become so tight that it numbed my fingers, but I held on, unable to tear my gaze away from the battlefield.

Felix tugged a bit before single-handedly carried her back inside, all the while she struggled in his grasp. The moment the door shut is when Zalakai's smirk disappeared from his face and turned a dark gaze on the two Scout Demons. They looked at him and cowered immediately under his glare. He towered over them as he rolled up his sleeves, his tattoos revealed. Tribal markings lined his wrists and wrapped around his forearms. The creatures continued to tremble before him as his nails sharpened into claws and swiped at them swiftly. Their screeches filled the air as they reeled back and covered their bloodied faces.

His power felt different, too. I wasn't sure what to do with all this new power. I lined my aura. I filled the reservoirs of my demon tattoos, buffing their power. I strengthened the healing of my muscles. I created deep wells within my soul then filled them. I switched from creature to creature, sucking their power and apparently giving them some sort of pleasure fix in return.