The Exorcist Tattoo Novels & Stories

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

Gripping the reins time and again, he drove the cart with a crestfallen face that bloomed disappointment and not to forget a bit of frustration too. The tattoo vanishing all of a sudden wasn't a good sign. The right backhand of every Lycan whether it was Lycan Rogue or a sane Lycan always had this tattoo on it. Usually, it would look just like an ordinary tattoo but when the Lycan Power is exercised to protect oneself or others, or to attack someone, in such cases, the Lycan Powers inside the Lycan's body gets activated and that is when the tattoo would glow instantly. The tattoo also helps to kindle the energy that Lycans would need in such scenarios. In case the Lycans get injured, it's th

While Felix was a powerful warrior who did not fear the consequences, he worried about ordinary people who might be affected. Billy clarified, "Not at all! Only tattoos done by someone with Southern Xilona witch status have that power. Otherwise, it's just a design. When a witch tattoos a woman with this design, the first man to see it becomes bound to her, which explains your situation." This revelation meant that both the tattoo customers and Queenie were victims, as they could not have known their tattoo artist secretly held Southern Xilona witch status. "Will the effects spread?" Felix asked with concern.

I felt I was done for when he asked me to show mother my back. " Like last time, I closed my eyes and removed my blouse on my back. I stood there waiting for Dad to scold me but he didn't. I thought that maybe my tattoo has again disappeared but no, I still had it on my back but instead both my parents had become statues. "Mother, father please come back to normal. What has happened to both of you?"I cried as I didn't have any idea of how I can revive them.

Cath said in a snappy saying. As embers flew in the feral and rotting flesh it wasn't Ruelle but Theo experiencing like a curse into which Theo woke up in cold sweat only to find a grim and depresssing woman covered in traditional hanuka and Aztec sigma written all over her body were tattoos that represent the undying old folk "Who are you?" Theo questioned with the alertness of retracting his wolf claws ready to attack the poor woman who was winding up some sage to release all the evil toxins in his Chi "Calm down! This is a shaman her name-" Cath got cut off and "WHY DID YOU LET HER IN??" Theo butted in as to seeing the embodienmnet of his fears

The weight of the moment was palpable, heightened by the realization that the priest standing beside me was none other than Krystallo, the infamous mafia priest known for his merciless acts. My eyes inadvertently drifted towards the cross-shaped tattoo, intertwined with a viper, adorning Krystallo's neck. The intricate design served as a chilling reminder of the countless lives he had taken and the blood that stained his hands. It was a symbol of power and ruthlessness, one that sent shivers down the spines of even the most hardened criminals.

“Exorcizo te, creatura, salis. Adjuro te, maledicte diabole. Adjuro te, serpens, discedas ab hoc virgo. Et nomine Jesu Christi, qui venturus est judicare vivos et mortuos. Et nomine Patri et fili et spiritu sancti.” He flicks holy water across Matthew’s chest, droplets sizzling as they hit skin, and the boy screams…a jagged, animal sound that rattles the wall. his body jerks, thrashing against the rope, the bed frame slamming into the brick with a force that shakes dust from the ceiling. Khatri’s heart lurches–fear, yes, but something hotter, something wrong, coils in his gut.

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

He did not bother to lift his gaze. But Dr montoya was able to notice the devil's fork tattoo he had on his wrist. She noticed it as she would have noticed Sin itself. She frowned. He had also a tattoo of triple six on his nape. Now, that was bad. Real badness. He must have changed within the years she hadn't known him. Had three years more made him more impossible?