Ares Tattoo Simple Novels & Stories

I paused when Chade stopped from there when we were walking around. “It depends on the size,” the guy said. “What tattoo do you want?” “Just a name,” he replied. “You're getting a tattoo?” I asked. He doesn't have a single tattoo or maybe it's hidden. “Yeah. It's my first time,” I nodded. I confirmed that he doesn't have a tattoo yet, and so do I. “I want it here on my chest,” he said and pointed to the left side of his chest. “What name?” The tattoo artist asked.

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."

she challenged. I raised my eyebrow at her. Putting the pizza box down, I took off my jacket and showed her my left arm. "You got a new tattoo?" she gasped. Nodding my head, I peeled the bandage off slowly and showed it to her. “ K a r a ” Those four letters were forever inked on me now. The size wasn't too big and it was surrounded by a bunch of other tattoos I already had, so people won't really notice them unless they were looking for them.

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.”

Hatch, who came every Tuesday with three garbage bags of laundry and always fell asleep in the plastic chair had one eye open. "Fine," Sera said. "Muscle cramp." He closed his eye again. She waited until his breathing went slow and even. Then she pulled the collar of her long-sleeve shirt aside and looked. The mark was already there. Fully formed, like it had always been under her skin and the burning had just been it waking up. A rune … angular at the edges but curved at the center, like all the others. It sat directly below her collarbone and glowed faintly silver in the bad fluorescent light.

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

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.

I don't have tattoos, the thought of getting one never crossed my mind. As the needle buzzed, he took my hand, his fingers intertwined with mine. "You inspired this." he whispered and I felt the heat rush up to my cheeks. I felt a soothing sensation go through me, touched by the gesture. About an hour later, Max stepped back. "Done." The tattoo was stunning – really beautiful. Multiple roses were strategically placed along his arm, from elbow to wrist, creating a beautiful, fragmented pattern. “It's beautiful.” I admired, taking a look at his tattoo.

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."