Anti Possession Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

He had vowed to remove the touch of another man from HIS Zahra. "Ahhhhh.." she screamed when his hold tightened, and he bent down to kiss her again, her screams muffled by his tongue. When he left her waist he saw his fingerprints on it. A devilish smile appeared on his face knowing that his marks will always adorn her from now. He folded her legs, settling himself at her core. Her breath hitched. "Are you ready Zahra?" he asked in his low dangerous voice.

As I sat back down he reached down and begun opening the things he needed. Xander had me sit in his chair sideways leaned over onto the armrest that he moved up. As the tattoo gun came to life I glanced up at Lucas finding him watching me. I held my breath until the gun touched my skin. It was a feeling that I couldn't describe, it didn’t hurt too bad but it wasn’t pleasant.

He turns to the bartender who came over as soon as he saw us "Get her some girly shit. Light. I'll take whiskey on the rocks" "Hey" "You're not getting drunk on my watch" I'm about to protest when he shows me the tattoo between his index and middle finger. He's trying to distract me but I'll fall for it because I'm curious "It's our tattoo. Only high-ranking members get it. Your father, Angelo, us, and a few guys have it"

He can’t spare me, no matter how compliant I am. He stands from the bed and removes every piece of clothing from his body. The tattoos expand from his chest to his stomach, down to his strong torso. Black ink against his tanned skin. There are so many things written in Russian. But one particular thing catches my eye, it’s on his left torso, big and clear, “ To forgive is to sin.” The words send shivers racing down my spine. Who on earth writes something like that on their body? Not just write, but brand it into their skin permanently.

The set gave an incredible panoramic view of anything going on in the bed at just about any angle. I heard the door close and looking into the headboard saw Mark come up behind me, he had removed his shirt and in the mirror behind him I saw the reflection of the huge tattoo that covered his muscular back: A Baphomet; the half man, half goat sitting cross legged within a circle, the universal symbol of Satanism, as I said I am not the only sick one in the family Over it in gothic lettering was the Latin expression Lex Talionis, The law of retaliation. "Ready for bed already sis?" He asked as his arms slowly encircled my waist pulling me back into him. I reached down to my left hip and unsnapp

My heart wants him to hold me tighter cause am all his, his possession, all of me. I remember his confession and our wild last night together, I remember how he devoured my lips with his, and how his every kisses were more passionate than the last, more eloquent than any word could be, how his kisses were intense and rough... I love when he becomes rough with me, I loved how he brought me back to his room and to his bed, how he tore my damn clothes off, and how I let him have his way, how his juicy big dick penetrated inside and drowned me in that possessive love of his.

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

Grabbing the hem of her top, she tucked it underneath her pants, making sure that her tank completely covered her torso. Sure, granted the chance Bella would rather wear her sports bra alone to a fight. That is, if she didn't have anything on her back to hide. On her back was something she had sworn to keep hidden. It was a small tattoo of a gladiolus flower: a symbol of strength and integrity. It was an insignia marked on every assassin that graduated from Combattere L'Academia. The tattoo was no stranger to her world. People who held said mark stood as a threat to everyone. After all, only the best and refined killers manage to graduate from the academy she did.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th