Ares Tattoo Simple Novels & Stories

I will have to carry the pairing chip around, so this will be entirely my choice. Just a few minutes later, the tattoo is done, and Ara is standing by a mirror checking it out. The design is beautiful, with interlaced stars and a colorful pattern of gold and silver connections between them. "Sir, what stone have you chosen?" she says, opening up a plastic organizer box. "The Rose Diamonds," I say. Nancy pauses and looks up at me. "Sir, those are—" "Thank you, Nancy. The tattoo looks great," Ara cuts her off unintentionally. "Oh, sorry," she adds once she realizes we're both looking at her.

“I’ll just change and be right back.” My breath hitched as I watched him peel off the shirt. His back was turned to me, and I couldn’t help but stare at the ripple of his muscles, the way his skin stretched over the lean strength of his body. He moved with the fluid grace of a wolf, and something about the sight stirred something deep within me. But then, something else caught my eye. A small tattoo on the back of Tariq’s shoulder—a triangle with three circles inside. It was strange, almost out of place on him. My curiosity piqued.

I simply stared back at him for a moment, mentally wondering why would he want to know about that, since actually there wasn’t anything interesting about my tattoo. It was just a simple one, representing two zodiac signs, mine and my brother’s. “Okay. Fine,” I finally agreed, giving him a small nod while he simply kept on watching me, silently inviting me to tell the story. I then lowered my gaze to the two tangled zodiac signs, inked in black on the inside of my forearm, sighing as I remembered exactly what determined me to have it. “I was actually only fifteen when I had it...” I started, letting out a small, humourless chuckle,

Then he gets up from the stool and starts taking off his shirt. I freeze. What’s he doing? I watch him pull the fabric off over his head, and my mouth falls open again. Sure, I’ve seen him shirtless. But I’ve just seen tattoos as a whole. Now, I’m seeing the details. Different types of tattoos. I look up at him, my voice a whisper. “You got tattoos?” He smiles softly. “I... uh... I got this one when I turned ten.” He says, pointing to a small, intricate tattoo of a glass vase situated just below his left nipple.

They rippled slightly as the tattoo gun continued it's work. Deft gloved hands drew and colored the skin. A quick swipe removed excess ink. Heavily tattooed arms moved with each stroke, the artwork colorful and bright with splotches of pinks, blues, purples, and greens. She marveled at those arms, strong, tight, and remarkably hairless. The artist wore a black sleeveless shirt, cut to resemble a tank top with wide cut underarms. A faded yellow batman logo was printed on the front. The artist wore tight blue jeans, revealing wide hips and a round ass. Grey boxes poked out of the back as she hunched over her work.

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

"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

--- **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.”

"I have never seen such a beautiful mermaid like yourself." Aziza smiles, her cheeks glowing with a gentle blush, clearly touched by Trent's sincere compliments. She signs, "Thank you, Trent. I appreciate your kind words about my appearance, and it means a lot to me. As for your tattoos, they are truly striking and hold a certain allure. Each one seems to carry a story, a glimpse into your experiences. I had thought of getting some myself someday, but I don't have many experiences to tell stories of."