Alt Tattoos Novels & Stories

Lug Nut Watching Ailee get marked was a dream come true. Just one more step to making her all mine. The last thing is getting my ring on her finger. And that isn’t very far off. Six months isn’t long compared to the lifetime we are going to spend together. I’m not paying attention to Mick. The guy working on my tattoo. He has done some of my work before so I’m not worried. My eyes are glued to Tank and Ailee. Not that I don’t trust him. I trust the man with my life and my girl. I just like seeing Ailee’s tattoo come to life. Merigold has customized all the tattoos for the ol’e ladies but this one Ailee put in her thoughts as well. Most ol’e ladies have the tattoo on their back or chest. Not

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

The lights were already on, shining just above Gaby's back after the man looked down. Before Gaby arrived, Denis had prepared all of his equipment on the surface of the stacking trolley, which consisted of three places; top, middle, and bottom. Denis has also sterilized some of the tools required to be sterile, such as the tattoo machine or tattoo gun—the most crucial device that operates with an electromagnetic coil—which controls the dynamo to move up and down at a fast tempo. There is only one color of tattoo ink Denis provides for the current process because the triforce tattoo Gaby wants is predominantly black. The ink prepared is carbon-based, reacting naturally and smoothly on the bod

"My phone died just when I was about to reply. Did you wait long?" "No, not really, but do you wanna go inside somrwhere first? You're sweating like crazy." "Yeah, I think that'd be nice." Al looked very different today. He didn't have an excessive amount of piercings, and his tattoos were covered by his long-sleeved uniform. He looked pretty normal, but I wonder what kind of school would even allowed their students to get a tattoo, much less multiple tattoos. We went inside the cafe, then Al excused himself to change his clothes. I was surprised to see him running all the way here. How far is his school that he ended up drenched in sweat? It isn't even that hot.

queen Thalia said with a smile on her face. "What do you mean, your highness?" Darrell asked surprised. "Darrell it's really easy to know a Cassel cause they are the only ones that have a star tattoo at the side of their neck," queen Thalia said looking at Darrell. "Oh, I see!" Darrell exclaimed and touched his neck as if realizing something he has long forgotten about. Darrell had always wondered how he has such a tattoo came to the side of his neck but soon ignored it with time, with the thoughts that it might be something his late parents did to him when he was a child.

He assumed the black mark was a tattoo. “Since when did Aslan have a tattoo?” The last time Allen had seen Aslan, his little brother's body had been clean and tattoo-free. Allen hadn't received any reports from Johan or Fred that Aslan had gone to a tattoo artist while living with Skylar, either. Besides, Allen thought the idea of Aslan getting inked just didn't make sense. Allen knew that his little brother hated being touched by others. Even the slightest touch made Aslan pull away or get angry. Having to get tattooed would be even worse. A tattoo artist would clearly have to touch Aslan’s skin for hours to finish a tattoo design.

As he demanded, Athena made him a sandwich. By the time she was done cooking, he already came down, but without his shirt, he was only in his sweatpants, his tattoos visible to her. He had a cobra on his front and something that looked like a stork or a hawk in the back. She was figuring out why he got all of his skin covered in tattoos, “Stop ogling,” he yelled at her without a tiny bit of gentleness in his tone.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

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.