The Exorcist Tattoo Novels & Stories

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…

Thane screamed as the rosary melted on his hand, the plastic and metal turning into molten ooze and fusing to his fingers. "Trying to punch me with your rosary, I'll applaud you for your ingenuity and spirit. However, mere trinkets and physical attacks will never bring me down." He forced Thane back, the young exorcist gripping his burned hand, now stiff from the melted rosary hardening on his skin. "What the Hell are you?" "I am the nightmare that has invoked fear in men like you for eons. The darkness is coming, soon to eclipse this world and allow all mankind to achieve death."

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

she trailed off when Dre suddenly growled. “No, you don’t,” Dre growled furiously. “You wont dare to complete that, Joy Alien Stone. Now excuse my mate and me but we are needed somewhere else, especially away from Ms Nasty Butt right now,” he glared at Joy before grabbing an unwilling Xeon’s hand to go away. “Tat ? You have a tattoo ? Why did I never see it ?” Xeon frowned. “Maybe you were too busy staring at his small prick,” that was naughty, kickass girl- Joy.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

Picking up my glass, I lightly sipped my alcohol, the stinging liquid coursing through my body. “We have, huh?” I said, putting my glass down with an intensity that made some of the stuff spill out. “Look at these pictures. Notice their hands. They all have the same tattoo on their hands… like the head of a cat or lizard. That must mean something. Find out the mafioso faction or any group with these types of tattoos and get back to me.” “Yes, boss,” he said, standing. He bent to pick up the pictures but I stopped him.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

Only Scott and herself knew where it was, not even Don knew. "You're silent, I asked about the pendant if you heard me right." Don has never used that harsh tone on her. He intently looked at her and as he did so, he missed a bump and the car jerked. The sleeve on Don's jacked was pushed up revealing a skeleton tattoo. Lisa saw it and immediately knew what it meant. This was no Don, this was one of Darkness Devils. "Whoever you are, leave my son alone!"

His neck and arms were tattooed and from what Elijah and Scarlett could see so was his neck, something which surprised them both as werewolves usually left the place where a mate would mark them empty. “Done staring? The tanks full.” He said, his low voice sounding rough as he tossed the keys to Elijah. “So, this is the devil.” Elijah said looking at the boy. Alejandro raised a black brow. “Even the devils a fucking angel compared to me.” He said, giving them both a cold glare he walked off after a glance at his brother.

"You can say that to Carson." Carson, I didn't know he was that much of a psychopath if it was Nelson I wouldn't be that surprise but him, the guy who is unbothered and fucking rude. "Other than piercings, do you have tattoos?" I asked and he nodded showing off his back. I know that he has one on his left arm, the drawing is a racing car with his name on it and flames around the car, on his abdomen, there is a drawing of angels wing with a rose on the middle. And finally, on the back, there is a large phoenix with a cursive name on the top.