Aces And 8s Tattoo Novels & Stories

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.

Axel got up from his bed, his room was dark but some small lights on the ceiling made it a little easy to see everything in his room. He took unhurried steps towards the large curtain and opened it immediately. It was very nice, he could see the vast ocean as if it was up close from his room. It was dawn, the sun was glowing a little preparing to set. He took a hot shower then eventually wore a pair of black joggers that showed the length of of his long lean legs and black tank top the pressed on his chest also exposing his broad shoulders and muscular arms. He had tattoos on one of his arms, a wolf's eye, a dark big long chain twirled around his arm to the beginning of his shoulder and a cr

“The tattoo you already have. The rose and dagger. My sister had the same one. Like, exactly the same, except hers was larger than yours. I was wondering how you ended up with that design?” “A-all of us have one. I mean, all of the Sentinel do.” Ayrelles puts her hand over her collarbone and looks confused. “It, um, represents our spirits’ journeys.” “The beauty of the journey is worth the danger.” Bronx and Les say at the same time. “That’s the Sentinel motto.” Les squints her eyes. “How did you know that?” Bronx rubs his hands together and looks past Les at a photo of Lenora, Ashley, and me on the shelf behind her. “Because that is what Lenora told me when I asked her if she was sure she w

Ace wanted to do business. From a distance, Ace could see Selena meeting and talking to a large man. Vaguely, Ace could see that the big man had a tattoo on his right arm. It was a dragon tattoo. And when Selena returned, only then did Ace start the car engine to follow the man with the dragon tattoo. "I need to see you, The Fixer," muttered Ace as he carefully followed the man.

Lori- right back shoulder! Xander- no I have a tattoo on my back, in middle almost lower back. Lori- yes a Phenix on fire!.. but I am talking about the wing like tattoo. It's like a hidden inscription or something but it's really beautiful. Xander- i only have one tattoo!... Lori would you mind if my brother come over?.. Lori- no, i want to go check Rossy anyway so you two can talk. Xander- we are mates, you need to be here too.

"You are still the same, zoning out when relaxed." Ambrosius chuckles as I trail patterns on his chest with my fingers. He got a tattoo of an angel riding a ferociously looking black vampire on his chest. I absolutely love it, especially the vampire. I know it is him because of the golden eyes. And the angel is me. It brought me to tears when I saw it for the first time. Ambrosius said he had to have something that would stay with him for the rest of his life, that reminded him of me. "And you can still tell when it happens."

The skin around the new tattoo was red like he had actually sat in a tattoo chair for hours getting it done. “What is it?” He was starting to sound more excited than in pain. “Holy crap. It’s a black dragon with huge wings on your spine in between your shoulder blades.” Ajax answered him looking a bit jealous. “And the four elements around it. Water, Earth, Fire, and Wind.” Wilder sounded amazed as he got a closer look. “It seems my granddaughter isn’t just a regular Fae. She has all the elements.” “Awesome. Now can someone tell me what mine is?” I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon.

I managed to push out a smile. I told her genuinely, "Thank you. But, who are you?" Her smile deepened on her lips. "I am Celeste." She sent a hand out to me, which I took, noticing the black tattoo that stood out on her wrist. It was an unusual tattoo, which seemed more like a runic symbol. It was of three crescent moons, all facing away from each other. What did it represent? "I'm Allyssa," I said, and she nodded knowingly with a smile, causing me to chuckle. "And you already know that. Nice to meet you, Celeste," I said, instantly liking her. It is funny how this night keeps getting weirder.