Alt Tattoos Novels & Stories

--- **Story 6: Cursed Ink** **Chapter 1** Aria Vale had always loved tattoos. At twenty-seven, her body was already a canvas — delicate floral pieces on her ribs, a fierce serpent wrapping her left thigh, and a small crescent moon behind her ear. Each one told a story. Each one made her feel powerful. But the new shop she found tucked away in the old district promised something different. The artist was an older woman with sharp eyes and ink-stained fingers. “These aren’t ordinary tattoos,” she warned as Aria flipped through the strange, hypnotic designs. “They carry… energy. Make sure you really want them.”

His skin was almost as pale as mine, and it looked as smooth as silk. Then a moonbeam touched the trees and the top of the cliff. And my dirty blood allowed my eyes to see clearer, not only around me, but as far as the man in front of me, a hundred feet away. And my heart skipped a beat when I saw the subtle tattoo covering his back, light lines like drawn with silver ink: a cross and a crescent moon. I muffled a cry, because Teah had told me about that tattoo. That was no ordinary wolf: he was the Alpha.

Elena, Katty, and Martina, mouths widely parted while their eyes held nothing but shock and confusion, Scarlet shyly shaved off her gaze, her amber eyes landing on Alpha Reid, who stood a few feet away from her. For the first time, Scarlet took in the appearance of the Alpha. His maximum lengthy hair was messy yet sexy, his white sleeves shirt was tucked neatly into his black pants, held with a firm belt while the sleeves were folded up, revealing a broken heart shape in black and red ink on his forehand which Scarlet had not seen till now. The alpha had tattoos?!

The sleeve of his T-shirt lifted, revealing a brightly colored tattoo on his biceps. “When’d you get that?” She pointed at the tat. He glanced down. “Last year.” “What is it?” “One of the four horseman of the apocalypse.” “Can I see it?” “Sure.” Colt rolled his sleeve to the top of his shoulder. “Whoa. That’s gorgeous. India did that?” “Yeah. She’s good, ain’t she?” Chassie squinted at the flames that swirled around the horse’s hooves. “Yep, although it don’t seem like something you’d pick, cuz.”

Garrett stated. Wow, so this was his own stance and I realised that I had not been giving him credit enough. "Well, that makes two of you." Harold responded. "What do you mean?" I asked him. "The tattoo on Peter's hand has already disqualified him from being Alpha. An Alpha must have no blemishes, remember?" He asked. "But that's a work of art!" Damon said quickly.

The faint sign of ink. “What’s that? he asked, his eyes narrowing slightly. I hesitated, then rolled up my sleeve, revealing the delicate, run-like tattoo that showed with a faint glow under the library lights. “It’s… a tattoo,” I said softly. “It appeared on its own. I didn’t get it drawn on me.” Ethan took my wrist gently, studying the mark. “But this isn’t just any tattoo,” he said, his voice hushed. “This is an Alpha’s mark.”

After a while, she got up and grabbed her phone to call one of her relatives who was working as a government official. “Hello, Uncle Lee?” Halle lowered her voice and asked, “I want to ask if you know anything about wolf tattoos. The kind of tattoo that doesn’t show normally but will reveal itself when it comes into contact with warm water. It’s a whole red wolf, not just the wolf head.”

Why did Earley want to tattoo the letter on her? Just because she refused to cooperate with him? Adina stared at the tattoo doctor intensely. “I’ll pay you double the price. Get this tattoo off me right now.” There was pride in the doctor’s eyes. “The material for this tattoo is a new product that I just developed. No matter what chemical cleaner you use, it won’t come off. It’ll take at least three years before the color fades a little. Mr. Wynters also personally designed the shape of the letter. Once the swelling goes down, it will definitely make your collarbone sexier and more attractive.”

My eyes dragged over him slowly, shamelessly, like they had a mind of their own. His chest was broad, which was rising and falling with each calm breath. Water beaded on his skin, rolling down in lazy paths I wanted to follow with my tongue. And the tattoo...fuck it, I was a gooner for men with tatts. I remembered encouraging Sinclair in the past to get his first tattoo just because I wanted to lazy trace them every chance I had.. Alaric had a full sleeve on his left arm which was on full display now, black ink swirling from his wrist all the way up, the patterns was intricate but I was too consumed in drooling over his body to spend much time on his tattoo