Bad Omens Tattoo Novels & Stories

The fog shifted through the courtyard slowly. An Enforcer near the western wall lowered his gaze immediately when I looked in his direction. Nobody wanted to be close to this conversation. Smart again. Mara held her hand out. “The blade.” I passed her the kunai. She turned it carefully beneath the lantern light, thumb brushing over the symbol etched near the hilt. Old markings with silver worn thin with age. The second she touched it, something in her face changed. Tiny but enough. “You know that symbol.” Her eyes lifted to mine briefly.

“It’ll come back when you’re ready.” “Maybe,” she said. Then, as if remembering something, her eyes widened a little. “Actually, there’s one thing.” He straightened instantly. “What is it?” Naomi frowned in concentration, her brows knitting. “A tattoo. I remember seeing it. On their hand, I think. Or their wrist.” Damon’s chest went tight. “A tattoo?” “Yes.” She bit her lip, trying to recall. “It was small… maybe a butterfly? Blue wings. The light hit it just before I fell.”

My breath hitched as I recognized the intricate design—a mate tattoo. My mind reeled, questions crashing into each other like waves in a storm. How? When? Who? I couldn’t tear my gaze away from it. It didn’t make sense. A mate tattoo was scared, a bond forged by fate itself. It appeared only when the Moon Goddess seemed two souls meant for one another. But Olivia? My grip on her tightened as my thoughts spiraled. Was it possible she’d gotten it done at some tattoo shop, oblivious to the meaning? No, that couldn’t be it. The lines were too precise, too ethereal. This was no human creation.

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.

’’ Amir wondered, thinking the Alpha would suggest something serious to him… ‘‘I heard, that Omegas tend to have their mate’s initials tattooed on their skin. And you know in which body part?’’ Alexander said, and then, leaned down and whispered the last part to Amir’s ear, ‘‘On top of their cunt. If you like the idea, why don’t you tattoo my initials on—’’ Amir just squeaked from the very lewd suggestion and scooted away from Alexander, that was currently smirking, ‘‘A-are you a pervert?! W-why would I have your initials down there?!’’

He said this and smiled at Adom. Adom just wanted to hug him. He was way too good for this world. He felt the tension and his nerves leave his body, and he laughed lightly. He could breathe again. “I'm so lucky to have you around. I had a reason not to tell anyone. Uhm. I'm an omega."Adom continued. “and? Is that a bad thing? I think omegas are the strongest gender there is.” Jack said, scooted closer to Adom, and put his hand on his shoulder.

The tattoo was the image of a man, with large horns that seemed to curl at the based. What on earth was this? I had never gotten a tattoo in my life, so where had this come from? And moreover, it was the cause of my pain. I looked to Dominik, and my heart dropped when I saw how pale his face looked. "This, this is the symbol of the dark forces. They put a tracking spell on you," Dominik said, his voice filled with anger. The whole room burst into chattering. Luis ran to my side, his face just as pale.

I'd just become what I feared the most: A lone omega. * * * "All done." The artist's voice pulled me back to the present. He wiped my hand one last time and applied a protective film over the fresh tattoo. "Condemned," I read aloud, examining his work. "Care instructions are on the pamphlet. Keep it clean, apply the ointment." He hesitated. "About that gathering at Moon Pack..." "I'll handle it," I said, paying in cash—small, unmarked bills collected from odd jobs.

Alejandro simply ignored it and looked him over. "Let’s see how strong the future Beta of this pack is." He remarked. Damon looked surprised and I frowned. What was his problem? "Sure, that would actually be an honour. I’ve heard about your impressive abilities," Damon said, pulling his shirt off. Raven admired him appreciatively and I simply smiled. Damon was perfectly toned, with chiselled abs and a defined V... But when Alejandro pulled his shirt off, it distracted me completely. I now noticed the huge tattoo of a skeletal hooded grim reaper, reaping the soul of a wolf spread across his entire back. It had plenty of smaller details that incorporated and linked to the tribal designs around

Joram said, "Has the time of the month passed?" Alek shrugged. He poured some whiskey into two glass cups and handed one to Joram. "I don't know." He took a sip of his drink, looking at the tattoos that covered his forearms. A few decades ago, his arms were bare. When he was born, his whole skin was clear, then at the age of 10, the first signs appeared from his chest. Every decade, the tattoo seemed to grow and expand on its own. Now, it had covered his back, chest, and one of his arms. It is suspected that when his whole body is covered, it means death for him and all the Lycans still surviving. Once every decade, when the tattoo imprinted more designs on his body, he was always agitated a