Supernatural Demon Trap Tattoo Novels & Stories

Now she was paying the price. As she lathered up her hair, Olivia felt a strange pain on her back. She turned around to see if she had brushed against something, but there was nothing there. Curious, she leaned closer to the mirror and examined her back. To her horror, she saw a dark symbol etched into her skin. It was the same symbol she had used in the incantation, the symbol of the demon she managed to summon earlier.

, Alexa stated before she could walk away. “It would have been nice if you could close the door on the way out.”, Blaze added. Blaze got up from bed and played his theme song on his speakers called, ‘American Idiot’. He wasn’t the talkative type, but that didn’t mean he didn’t scare people. He decided to exercise before having a shower and brushing his teeth. He wore a black shirt with black pants and a pair of white shoes. He rolled up his sleeves, which showed the tattoos that he had. He opened his wardrobe to take out his belt to use for his jeans and he froze. Blaze saw a picture of his parents in a frame on their wedding day. Blaze grabbed his backpack and the frame and walked into the

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.

“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?”

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

It was too special, like a ear of the dog. “What? Something special about the scar?”Noah was about to ask me but the host interrupted. “Now, everyone focuses! This is the most extraordinary one among those pictures of common tatoos and marks. I would like to name it as Trace of the Demon. As you could see, it’s a scar and I will not tell you his or her stock code. I just want to guarantee that if there is anyone who would like to bid for once. It starts at 1,000,000.”

Right in the middle of the 8-petaled flower were his parents. The demon who looks like Ma’oz stared in amazement and rose. With his Akinaka, he made two quick slashes, one on each palm. Bright red on his left and deep blue on his right, his blood dripped onto the ground, as he traced the ghostly pattern of his infant’s sacred circle. Upon storm clouds I weathered, Towards brick, mortar, and sand; Oh mortal, I am tethered, Fare thee well, to hell, my land;

I shouted out between barely repressed whimpers, "I don't enjoy such thrills." "Good," was the mischievous answer. He moved down, still taking all the time in the world, the stubble on his chin offering a tickling scratch. He loosened my belt, and pushed aside my robe, further and further, until it left my chest. At once. I instinctively tried to cover myself. My wrists were regained by his hand, which pinned them above my head.

“He can really hurt our mate.” “Yes, hear your dear demon friend…Dom.” he spelled my name as if I was his pet. The portion of my ear he licked was burning and I felt something crawling its way down. I quickly placed my other hand on the shell of my ear and pulled out a centipede. “Oops, looks like it likes you.” he chuckled, his laughter filled with evil intentions and for the second time in my life, I felt wary of someone. This man truly lived up to his reputation. I noticed a tattoo on his middle finger and the word ‘Sinner’ was inked there.

she said as she quickly withdrew her hand from his; she looked at her arm and saw a very beautiful tattoo of a dragon “What is this?” she asked looking at it “Now you have my powers” he said smiling “What? Do you have to hurt me like that?” she asked “You don’t expect it to be sweet do you? You now have the power of an angel” “Just like that?” she asked “Just like that” he replied “I love the tattoo though” she said looking at it “If there’s any help you need from me, all you need to do is get the blood of a young draw a triangle with the blood then call out my name from inside the triangle