Black Mammoth Tattoo & Piercing Novels & Stories

His wide neck along with his Adam’s Apple became a small curvy throat that blended in well with an ultra shapely chest full of cleavage. “What the hell is a matter with you guys? You guys act as though you’ve never seen an albino-skinned bitch before.” The albino woman released a chilling laugh while putting her hand on her hip. Every time she would speak, her eyes would flash like lightning. There were also strange tribal tattoos on the woman’s face and arms. And the tattoos resembled gang sign graffiti.

I was called Tattooed Bunny because my body was covered from neck to feet in tattoos, most of them in vivid colors. Every inch of my skin was adorned with intricate designs. My ass was decorated with scale patterns and the words ‘fuck me’ boldly inked across it. The only areas left untouched were my delicate face and the skin around my nipples, which remained bare and provided a striking contrast to the rest of my tattooed body. Over time, I had my ass and breasts enhanced to make them fuller and more bigger, knowing it would draw more attention and attract customers. I also had large ball piercings through both nipples, adding to my bold and provocative look.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

And he stopped a few feet away from the black-eyed monster that was still growling low in its throat. Rhett looked at the monster's face, then its arms, and then its torso. That was when he noticed something that made the blood freeze in his veins. On the abomination's left shoulder, there was a mark and it was a tattoo of a mountain peak surrounded by stones…the official tattoo of the Stone Ridge pack.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

What she said was still ringing in my head. He had a tattoo of a crest on his back and another of three spades on the skin at his lower back directly above his left butt cheek. I was never into bad boys. I didn't like their vibe or the energy around them. I could live with a bike or a small tattoo but not the ones Jane described or the piercing in his left nipple. I mean, who in their right mind pierces their nipple? I couldn't fathom how someone as sweet, good, and adorable as Nancy could have a grandkid like that.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

He saw Iris’s eyes narrow, and her expression morphed into confusion. “I am not sure why Dame’s tattoo is up for discussion,” she was confused. She had never thought to ask him the story behind his tattoo. As far as she knew, he had always had it, and they never thought much about it. “Because Mrs. Lark, this is a tattoo of a radical underworld group called the “the blood wolves,” he typed something into his system and turned the screen toward Iris. She studiously gazed at the tattoo, but nothing rang a bell in her head.

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.