The Exorcist Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I killed someone via sex and now I don't know any means of bringing Jonathan back." "Jonathan? Who is—" She sat a shot of rum on her small nightstand. In the center, was an exposed eyeball complete with dangling optic never. In the pupil was the shade of a little man, soul trapped inside an eye, a classic case of demonic exorcism done wrong on the possessed. "Ah...that's Jonathan."

Ethan's jaw dropped when he saw that his back, which should have been clean of anything including wounds, was now covered in tattoos. His eyes stared in disbelief, "Tattoos? How can there be tattoos on my back?" He shook his head in confusion and amazement, "I never made these tattoos." Xavier replied, "Sir, those tattoos are a sign that you are indeed the God of Medicine." Ethan still couldn't believe it. When he looked closely at the tattoo, he could clearly see that in the center was a big dragon with several stars surrounding it. When he counted them, there were seven stars.

Skeletal branches reached skyward, and bats hung in eerie stillness, painting a haunting scene that captured Dexter's supernatural essence. However, in the spaces where the serpent's dance couldn't reach, a captivating addition emerged – 3D hexagons. Meticulously detailed, these hexagons adorned the gaps between serpentine coils, each bearing a hypnotic depth as if opening gateways to unseen dimensions. Astrid marveled at the Byzantine canvas that adorned Dexter's skin, each tattoo weaving a tale of his mystique. The unequivocal talent of Dexter's tattoo artist shone through the baroque details and captivating designs inked on his skin. It was evident that the person behind those masterpiece

Her little groan must have alerted the man , as he quickly turned his head to her side with a suprised look all over he's face . " Miss !! Miss!!! " He called out , gently approaching her . At least she'll be in a safe hand , she thought . Before giving in to the darkness beckoning her. In between giving in to the darkness and holding to the tiny strand of sanity that she had left ,she saw something astonishing on the man's neck . A scorpion tattoo. That's weird. Who would get a scorpion tattoo that looks so real on their face ??? She finally succumb to the darkness,not before hearing a soft curse from the man.

Luxander questioned as Januel moved closer to him to see what he was talking about. “Ah, those marks? She got them from being-“ “Not those marks, silly”. Luxander snarled at him pointing to the scorpion tattoo on her back. “I meant, This” “Oh”.Januel said observing the tattoo. “It looks like the one Lord Gabriel has”

After a few clicks, Terrence confirmed his guess. Bingo. It’s a serpent tattoo. A symbol of Sinesteros. “It’s the Sinesteros symbol boss!” Cody excitedly announced. ‘I knew it. This is not just about that woman in the wheelchair.’ Terrence thought to himself. “Strip down their clothes!” Terrence commanded. Conrad and his squad immediately followed and pulled their clothes revealing the tattoos on their arms. Some had it on their chest. Terrence marched with heavy footsteps going in their direction. He took out his 9mm Rapide- Black Ice handgun from his waist and kneeled and pulled one of the men’s hair down and pressed the nozzle of his gun on his chin.

My heart hammered as I approached the heavy oak door. Before I could knock, it swung open. He stood there like a shadow given form. Dr. Cassian Vale — the reclusive exorcist and occult specialist whispered about in dark corners of the internet. Thirty-five, tall and broad-shouldered, with messy black hair, sharp jawline, and piercing emerald eyes that seemed to see straight through skin and bone. Intricate tattoos crawled up his neck and disappeared under the open collar of his black shirt. He looked dangerous. Beautiful. Like the kind of man who could break curses… or create new ones.

I’ve got to admit, it’s really nice. The place had good lightning and air conditioners. I caught a glimpse of Rex. He was seated on a blue leather sofa, shirtless. What the—? Oh! I almost drooled on that part. He leant his back against the sofa, with his gaze on his phone. He had his earpords on. His upper body gleamed to the lightning as his hair dripped; sweat slowly running down his chin. The tattoo on his breast was visible. It was a heart engulfed in flames, all in black ink. I also noticed the crown on his left wrist. Was it too late to call off this marriage? Stay focus, Jackie. Don’t let his physique fool you.

It was odd that their dead flesh still burned, but then again, they were already dead while alive. Abby and I moved our lights up and down the dead vampire's body, legs, feet, all toes and even other parts of the body that were less nice. I moved my light back up his chest, then down his arm to his hand, then stopped. “Here.” I said, motioning to Abby. I shined the UV on his index finger and there was a tiny tattoo resembling two crosses, one on top of the other and a blood drop in the middle, the line through each cross wrapped around either side making a circle around it.

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an