Anti Possession Tattoo Novels & Stories

The tattooist reached over and wiped away traces of blood that still oozed from her skin. "I love it!" said Jean as stepped off of the barber chair. The modesty towel fell away in her haste, and she she stood viewing her body in the full length mirror wearing only her panties. She'd really only intended to get a small tattoo on the back of her shoulder, but this seemed much bolder and more defiant. Like it or not, it was hers now, and only hers, forever. Tempted to touch it, she reached her fingers to her chest, only to be stopped by the 'tut-tutting' of the tattoo artist. Jean glanced at him watching her in the mirror. Was it too soon? She'd just had a bad breakup from a long relationship a

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

“You’re insane. Certifiable. I let you cuff me and eat my ass and now you want to tattoo me? What’s next, a collar? A fucking brand?” Damien leaned in, kissing me quick and dirty before I could keep ranting. “It’s just a little D. Right above your ass. No one will see it unless they’re back there, which they won’t be. Because this… ” he grabbed my hip possessively “.... is mine. Even if you’re out there playing pretend with Jax or whoever.”

All eyes turned to me, their unease evident in their shifting stances. Decimus, the lead elder, cleared his throat before speaking. “We don’t understand why you’re so determined to find this woman,” he said cautiously. “But we believe Cassandra cannot know about this. If the Raven Claw pack discovers anything that jeopardizes our alliance, it could destroy everything we’ve built. Without their support, our pack could crumble!” My eyes narrowed at his words, my patience wearing thin. Decimus wasn’t wrong about the consequences, but his constant reminders grated on me. Without breaking stride, I stepped closer to him, my presence silencing the murmurs that had begun to rise.

I got into the bathroom and turned on the shower, the cold water falling on my back, I had a tattoo on my back, one no one had ever seen, it was Ava's face and her name was written beneath it. I got it when I just left for school, then she still looked young, hell will freeze over if she ever knew I had a tattoo of her face and name on my back. I closed my eyes and the image of Ava dressed in that black skirt appeared in my head, I could already imagine how it would feel like to grab her ass while she was wearing the skirt. And her breast, fuck they looked so soft and round in that top, my hands involuntarily went down and grabbed my already hard dick, with my eyes closed I imagined Ava's ha

Then i'd wrap them up and lead them to the door after paying them generously. But not Noelle, she was innocent, and a precious piece of stone that i'd never want to let go of. She arose a fire in my body that wasn't going to go out for now or ever. I was always driven at a quote that whatver I wanted I had to have willingly or forcefully. And within this time I will make Noelle mine. She will be my possesion and a good one too. I'd make damn sure of it. "Gentlemen," I greeted. "I have little to no time to waste so please get this meeting on role I have a lot more things to tend to at this moment,"

" Do you like it?" I mumbled down there, but I could still hear him clearly. " Yes! Don't stop". I repeated my previous words. After, he came back up and kissed my lips. He bites my lower lip and then touches my breast " Oh my god! I've always dreamt about having you all to myself ". He said in a shuddering voice. " Really?" " Now you have me" I said, quivering at his manly touch. He grabbed the condoms from his drawer and tried to put them on. I watched him open it and wear them on his dick.

“It’s just your nose that’s the problem.” Pandora immediately returned to the bed. Turning her back on Anna, ignoring the string of words discussing trivial matters. Just observing Kingston’s face had a profound effect. Pandora didn’t want to get involved in anything Anna said. “I don’t think Mr. Nolan uses social media. Mr. Lee didn’t tag him in the post. He’s not in the list of followers either.” *** The clinking of chains echoed in a dimly lit room. Shackling both wrists—which never stopped—always insisted on putting up a violent struggle, regardless of whether the chains binding them would leave scrapes and bruises as signs of defiance.