The Exorcist Tattoo Novels & Stories

The Fated Queen everyone had been waiting for. "Everyone's here." Rayleigh grumbled as she entered the office and found a spot by the window. Her shadow warped as Zalakai made his presence known. Black leather pants. Black boots. Shirtless. His black wings visible now rather than hidden by some Demonic magic. The tattoo marking on his chest pulsed softly with an eerie redish-black hue. Yet his dark gaze was settled on the fiery haired Exorcist beside him. She was avoiding his gaze. Arms folded against her chest, but he could scent it beneath the sulfur and brimstone that still lingered on her skin. Even Demons have Mates, he supposed.

The future is uncertain but the end is always near. - Jim Morrison _______________ I woke up, reenacting one of the iconic scenes from the movie Exorcist as I sat up in bed and threw up all over the hardwood flooring of my bedroom. I doubled up as my stomach cramped. I used my fist to massage and relax the muscles. I panted, eyes watering at the acidic stench of my own sick. “Three injections, two of which are experimental, back to back is a very, very bad idea.” My voice was rough as a habitual chain smoker.

Gabriel took it, feeling the shock of skin against skin, feeling the mate bond flare between them with enough intensity that he saw Dominic's pupils dilate before iron control reasserted itself. They walked the red carpet together, Dominic's hand settling possessively on Gabriel's lower back, warm through the expensive suit fabric. Cameras flashed continuously. Gabriel heard whispers following them, voices that carried despite attempts at discretion. "Is that the exorcist?" "I heard Dominic rejected him years ago." "What is he doing here?" "Maybe the rumors about them were true after all."

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

Was he a relic seeking refuge or was the most notorious pack’s secret weapon? “You can fix her right?” Satake chipped in, disrupting my thoughts. “Or at least give me answers.” He said that and muttered a threat. One that my prickly ears caught very well. The Beta of the Crow pack already believed this was the work of a witch or at least a magic practitioner and he swore to have that person’s head once we gave him answers. I ignored his very capable threat and chose to get to work. I needed to exorcise Candice out of this poor soul. I immediately fished out my spellbook and flipped it to the exorcism section. It was a branch based spell. It was a bit difficult but it only required blood aton

And Paul, her step father wasn't going to do anything to save her. "OK! there's gotta be a reason for which you brought me..." she threw a nasty glance at the environment, "-here!" "Those are some pretty nice tattoos you got on there, little sinner! Where did you get them? Cause I will love to get me some like those..." the evil angel spoke looking viciously at the exposed skin under the sleeves of her shirt. He was now in casual black jeans and sleeveless shirts exposing his well toned and muscled tattooed arms. Unlike the plain lines on Sonny's skin, his arms were covered in skull tattoos, upside down crosses, dragons, weird scary and creepy things that will scare you in broad daylight.

All of this is beginning to bring havoc to the city. Josh took a big breath, then the tattoo gradually emerged on his chest, and it was now expanding all over his chest, almost becoming a sleeve on his arms. It all started to gleam, and the previous little agony became excruciating with each flash of light from her tattoos. There are inscriptions in the tattoos that will bring demons to him. The demons shrieked loudly when his entire body lighted up. Animal devils swooped quickly toward him. “Everyone follow me!“ Josh yelled.

He asked, surprising me. Nodding I watched him scoot toward the wall and open his arms invitingly. “You can lay your head down on my chest,” he offered me. Snuggling up against him I sighed in contentment. “Tell me about your cool tattoo,” I murmured and he chuckled. Playing with my hair, Eros told me that his back tattoo was put there by the devil so he could take the life energy from him that he took from others, and I looked up at him. “Why not have it removed then and really piss him off,” I snickered.

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

The city passed by in a blur, the car smelling of iron and fear. Chris glanced at the rearview mirror. Tasha was staring at the ceiling, lips parted, breathing shallow. "You both have to stay awake," he murmured. "You're gonna be okay." "I'm fine," Debby let out and she held Tasha tighter, whispering, "Mi have you, Tash. Just keep your eyes dem open." But Chris's hands trembled on the wheel. Because the scorpion tattoo wasn't just a gang symbol. It was a death sentence.