Ares Tattoo Simple Novels & Stories

With this, humans wouldn't dare to look down on him. First, he decided to get tattoos on his arms. He tattooed the face of the tiger on his right arm. He also had written Theodore's name in small letters in between the tiger's tattoo. He made it hid well so no one would be able to see it unless he pointed it out himself.

thing, and David thought a tattoo took longer to apply and heal. Sam saw where he was looking and whispered to him, "She got it for you, as a 'thank you' for trusting her for this evening. It is temporary so it will fade away in a month, or it can be washed off with alcohol at any time. You should know that, if you suggest a real tat, she will get anything you want the next day. It is a side effect of the spell I cast when I show myself naked."

He smiled when he saw her. “You must be Clara,” he said, voice low and steady. “Ready for your first tattoo?” She nodded, standing up. “Yeah. I think so.” He led her to his station in the back. “First time is always a little scary. We’ll take it slow. What are we doing today?” Clara showed him the small design on her phone — a simple crescent moon with delicate stars. “I want it on my wrist. Something small but meaningful.” Ronan studied it. “I like it. It’ll look good on you.” He prepared his station and had her sit in the chair. “You can change your mind at any time. No pressure.”

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled. When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested. "Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."

Before he and Cyan talked again. "Why is it that everyone has a tattoo?" this is what I've been asking for a while now. "Everyone is required to have one." "Really? So even us? Are we going to get tattoos too?" "Uhuh? And at the bar we're going to, there's the tattoo artist who will put you in. I'll go with you." "What style tattoo do we need to have?" "It depends on you, darling." "You? What about you?" "Three ravens." He showed the part near his chest. Three birds were there and it was all a raven.

“And when do you suppose we do this? What are you thinking of getting?” “Hmmm,” Ostana hummed and I could picture her brows drawn together in thought, finger tapping her chin, and the million of tattooing ideas sprouting; Ostana was quite crazy, so I had no doubt in my mind she’d want to go full out - a back tattoo or maybe a full sleeve to start her tattooing experience. “If we do this,” I suddenly spoke, fixing a strand of my hair. “I want something small, Ana.” “Yeah, yeah prude,” Ostana joked and I cracked a smile. “But I’m thinking of something bold and Asian- Oh! Maybe I’ll get a sleeve, but on my leg instead of my arm… Laker will think it’s hot as fuck.”

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

“Your turn.” “I’m not getting a tattoo.” He shrugged. “Didn’t think you would.” “Oh, fuck you. Fine.” I settled for two small tattoos. One of a pair of cherries with a bite mark above my right breast. “Those yours?” He smirked. “Because I’d bite harder.” I rolled my eyes at him but the tattoo artist found it funny. I got another one. “𝒮𝒾𝓃” on my side, under my left breast.

"What the fu-" "The tattoos." I push the mass of doctors away from her and turn my gaze to her ribcage. There are several small tattoos, but each one is easily distinguishable from the others. The first in the line is a wolf's head with a number eight between the eyes. Next is an arrow, a dagger, two crossed arrows, a gun, and a target symbol.