Bad Omens Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I think the Nirathi is within us.” As soon as the words fall out of Kieran’s mouth, there is silence, and it’s as if everyone is holding their breath as they freeze, and it lingers for a moment before Riven breaks it. “What the fuck, man, that’s not funny,” Kieran casts him a glare. “Did I stutter?” “Why do you think that?” Cassian inquires. Kieran draws in a deep breath as he explains. “The omegas that came in; they have a tattoo that’s the same as the symbol. I am not mistaken.”

The ones lined around and up his arms were normal. But the ones the crawled up to his back, shoulders and neck didn’t look ordinary. On the side of his back, crossing to his shoulder and a certain path that crawled up to his neck looked like a chained bird that got loose. That loose chain was the crawling one on his neck. “What does this tattoo mean?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me. Martil sighed, puffing smoke into the room. “It’s an Omertà.” “What’s that?” The name itself sounded strange.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

"How much of you is left?" I don't answer. The static is silent, but the Bastion's echo remains-a map of stars in my mind, guiding me to something worse. --- **The Omen** At dusk, the sky bleeds again-not green or gold, but a sickly *white*. The clouds part, revealing a massive structure orbiting the planet. It's sleek, alien, and marked with the Arbor Prime's spiral. A transmission crackles through the static's corpse. **"Cycle disrupted. Purge protocol initiated."**

She'd changed her appearance so many times over the millenniums, always to an elderly woman, because as a banshee, she could appear no other way. "Technically," Ellie leaned into her seat as well and folded her arms. "I foretell death." Her eyelids lowered as she thought over a possibility in her head. "I think I recognize the people you saw in your vision. The white circle with the dot at the center... That's the symbol of the Sorcerer Clan, a vast cult of black witches and warlocks." "The Sorcerer Cla..." Belinda trailed off, but her mouth stayed open. While her pupils dilated, her eyelids struggled to stop blinking. She knew exactly what the Sorcerer Clan was, and that was exactly why she

Even though I wanted nothing more than for the pack to be in ruins, I wanted it to be by my hands. Today's day activities had taken a different turn as a spy was caught. He claimed he had come to see a fellow pack member but the said person had been dead for at least three years. A tattoo was then found on his body. It was a mark given to those in the Blood moon pack. The Omegas hung his hands above his head with silver metal, biting deep into his skin, causing the spy to scream out in pain. His legs were elevated off the ground and started beating him so he would confess why he was actually here.

"You're not going to shift because you have no wolf." "I guess." I responded, playing with my fingers as Jax scoffed. "Honestly, if I was Alpha, I'd have requested you get burnt alive just like they do to rogues. You might be a bad omen for the pack." He said and I smiled sheepishly. "What does bad omen mean?" I asked, scratching the back of my head nervously. Jax rolled his eyes at me and started to walk away. "It means you're bad luck, Alora. And bad luck breeds bad things."

“Crinka, do you want me to tell you about the tattoos or not?” “What I want is for you to tell me about the tattoos and the curse.” “I can only tell you about the tattoos. If you want to know about the curse, ask the ones who have been cursed. Now, what did the tattoos look like?” “Skulls, bones, knives and waves, so intricately designed. I didn’t understand it. I still don’t.” “Skulls and bones signify death. Knives and waves signify the medium of death. Waves in the sense that the person died by drowning. Knives in the sense that the person died by stabbing or some other way.”

He grabs a coffee and starts to head towards the door but before he can get outside a couple of the pack teenagers come rushing in resulting in one of them bumping into him and spilling his coffee all over his wife-beater. He laughs it off and sends Coby the boy responsible for the mess off to make him another coffee while he takes his shirt off and the second the black material leaves his back a gasp leaves my throat. There on the bottom of his neck is a bright and colourful tattoo. It's a large stem with 4 or 5 flowers coming off of it, each flower a different colour and brightness, and underneath the flower, there is a name in big red letters saying J.A.Y. Immediately my heart starts poun

She always knew when I would talk to her and would get on to me for it. My mom also caught on quickly to the little crush I had on her at thirteen years old. She told me Omegas have one purpose, and that is to serve. She said they are liabilities to all packs and should honestly be kicked out. She said if Hannah Patterson hadn't saved me that day, she would force my father to kick them out. She pushed me to never even speak to Chloe unless I was issuing an order.