Anti Possession Tattoo Novels & Stories

A first step in removing her taint from his soul was to remove her name from his flesh. * * * Milli sat in the chair next to Lloyd, she seemed completely calm as the woman tattooist put filigree swirls and flowers over her cesarean scar. She had ‘Charlie’ and his birth date added in a looping scrolling script. Milli told the woman part of her story and the woman had opened up about all her struggles. Milli listened, and by the end, both were teary and hugging. The guy who owned the shop was finishing creating a tartan plaid on the ribbon to cover Antonia’s name. He smiled slightly as Milli followed the woman into another room to have her tattoo’s picture taken.

" He said huskily as he sent cold shivers down my spine. I smiled and sat upon him between his legs. I drew circles on his chest as I smiled when I noticed the love mark, I gave him on his collarbone. "I finally marked you," I said proudly as I traced my fingers on his collarbone. "That means I'm yours to be," He smirked. "Yes baby," I said biting my lips. "Do you love kids?" I asked him nervously playing with his nipples as his breathing became ragged. "Of course, I'm planning on making one with you," He said as he tugged strands of my hair behind my ear.

Reiner explained. "So?" "According to the data obtained, everyone has the same tattoo." Reiner explained again. Reiner explained what he got. Morgan looked at the picture of the tattoo on Reiner's iPad clearly and then turned to Jonathan. Jonathan who understood immediately gave his explanation. "The snake with the skull head on it is an identifying mark of the rebel and Satanist groups in Country J. And they are all subordinates of the owner of the tattoo of a pair of snakes on the arm of someone who they believe is the boss of darkness." Jonathan explained.

I muttered with a scowl. “My freaky, jealous woman.” I yelped in surprise when he slapped my ass. “It’s not about being jealous! It’s about property rights!” “I’m your property now?” Damiano’s body was shaking from laughing. “Damn right you are.” I placed my hands on his cheeks and leaned in as close as I could to his face. “You may have my name tattooed on your chest, but I will tattoo my name on your forehead, on your ass, and even on your dick to let bitches know you’re mine. And all of that belongs to me.” I said sternly to him.

It fuels my desire to maintain authority over Alice and keep her in line. I caress the tattoo on my arm that says ‘born to rule the world,’ while staring at my reflection in the mirror. It resembles me perfectly.

He snapped. "You think?" I managed to croak out. He was already breaking a rule about not confronting anyone in a public environment. Just when he wanted to speak, I swung and gave him a swift roundhouse kick to the ribs. He groaned, clutching his ribs in pain. Instinctively, I looked at the tattoo on my arm. It was intricate and fine, with no flaws even in the smallest portions. It bore the crest proudly. Two lions, interlocked with a snake-like figure. Every member had to get the same crest before they were admitted.

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

“That’s insane.” “Sometimes,” Martin said, “the boss refuses the finger.” Kai turned slowly. “Why?” “Because he wants something worse.” The light turned green. Martin drove on. “Tattoos,” he continued. “Those full-body ones? They’re not decoration. They’re a contract. Done by hand. Takes years. Agony every session.” Kai thought of Jaden’s wrist. The way the ink vanished under his sleeve like a secret. “In some circles,” Martin said, “tattoos are forced. Ownership. Or they mark traitors before they disappear. You strip someone just to read what they’ve done in ink.”

Not sure why but I'm scared of Zero so I don't even fight Storm. But standing behind Storm, I see a very muscular back, with a tattoo covering every inch of it with the words ‘The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club’ branded below and around the tattoo. The sight before me makes me a little nervous. How is it that I failed to notice he was so strong? “I need to talk to the homeless bitch.”

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.