Alt Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Thanks love. Don’t forget my name’s Summer O’Neil.” “How could I forget? It brings back far too many memories of nightclubs and fake IDs. Just come in when you’re ready. Ta!” Summer winced. Helena had an entire character she played when she worked with clients. She never said ‘Ta’ anywhere else in her life unless her life depended on it. Her clients remain unaware of her motorcycle commute and the tattoo on her hip, featuring a skull with a snake emerging from its eye socket. Summer was certain they would no longer be her clients, no matter how talented she was.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

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.

I murmured while examining the included photographs. One image depicted Aurora during her teenage years, alongside a teenage boy, evidently deeply in love. Presumably, this was her mate. Another photograph captured the boy shirtless, his shorts riding low enough to reveal a discreet D&D tattoo just below his abdomen, where his V-shaped muscle disappeared beneath his shorts. The tattoo would have gone unnoticed if the photographer hadn't intentionally focused on it. A third photograph showed the two of them reclining together, the camera zeroing in on their matching initials tattooed on their skin.

“Why did you tattoo her name on your neck?” "Come here." The order was soft but firm, his palm resting on the cushion in invitation. Teeth gritted, I closed the distance and sat, my body tense. I was still filled with anger. I wanted to know why he would tattoo her name on his body, when it should have been mine. He took my hands into his and even though I wanted to pull my hands away, I couldn't. Maybe I need that reassurance. “First of all, that tattoo isn’t new. In our pack, Alphas mark the names of their Lunas on their skin. It's just like a symbol of their devotion to them.”

The tattoo artist, with experience and skill, prepared his tools, ready to capture the Leo constellation behind the young woman's ear. The rays of the studio's dim light highlighted Athena's delicate porcelain skin, creating a subtle contrast with the dark ink that would soon adorn her skin. The tattoo artist, with secure and precise hands, began to carefully trace the points that would form the celestial figure. Athena closed her eyes, feeling the slight vibration of the tattoo machine on her skin. A sensation of itching and warmth took hold of her, but it was pleasant; rather, it was as if the stars themselves were dancing on her skin. The tattoo artist, immersed in his art, glided the nee

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

Gamma Odin spoke, "to see how fast you woud heal." Atalanta shuddered for a moment, before nodding. “Yes.” He clapped his hands together, “okay, so we’ll grab some knives. None silver, of course, and we will ahve you fight someone. Let’s see what we’re dealing with.” “Okay,” Atalanta replied. She was wearing a pair of black leggings that showed off every curve and a loose-fitting top over her sports bra. She looked really good, actually, which did not help. I so badly wanted to go back to ignoring my former mate, but I was trying to be better.

" Damien joked. His opinion was that he had learned a lot about flexibility since he started work with a team of women. She made a face, and then continued. “Then there's the other tattoo. The sea eagle. The eagle flies high and symbolizes strength, courage and freedom. Spirituality and transcendence too. “I'm not that spiritual a guy. “Your alter ego, Kalti, is. "He's not my alter ego," he replied automatically. People always asked if Kalti was really him, and the answer was always no. — If a writer decides to write about one character over and over instead of creating several books about different types of people, I think the character should resonate with

Alvara's Point of View The alcohol had taken its toll on my system. Yet the pain from the tattoo had been minimal at best. Adelia's tat had taken the least amount of time. When she was done, she had freely poured Teagan and I shots. Mine was a lot more difficult to take thanks to being splayed out on my stomach but we had made due.