Booktok Tattoo Novels & Stories

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

he teased Jason's arm. I stood aside blushing as Jason responded "She's the last of her kind". They both laughed. "So, what kinda tattoo do you want? A butterfly? Pokemon? A quote?" "A quote seem pretty nice but I want to make it much more interesting. How about a couples thing? Like a heart and a key. What do you think Bae?" He diverted his eyes to me. "Uh.. Oh.. nice." I was still nervous about getting my body pricked. "Are you okay?" Cartel asked.

The fiery burn lingered in my throat. "Nothing's wrong with being a gentleman, but pretending to be one just to impress women doesn't make you one." I smirked, taking another swig of whiskey. I surveyed his outfit, taking in every detail. He wore a vivid red shirt left open to showcase a muscular chest inked with a roaring lion whose fiery orange mane seemed to reach beyond his skin. Leonardo. Lion-hearted. That tattoo made perfect sense. A golden cross lay nestled atop the lion's mane, glinting in the light like a beacon of faith. It was clear that Leonardo wore his heart on his sleeve. His was a tattooed visual representation of his inner fire.

he said. “I was excited.” He held the door open. “Come in.” Inside, the shop smelled like ink, leather, and something smoky. The walls were covered in flash designs—dragons, skulls, tribal patterns—but the back room was darker. Deeper. The art there was hand-drawn and brutal. Sacred geometry. Erotic symbols. Spines being tattooed down spines. He nodded toward the chair. “Where’s the tattoo going?” “My spine,” she said. “From the base of my neck down to—”

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

" Good luck. - Thanks. He brushed my cheek lightly, almost like he was stroking a amulet. “I'm glad you're here, Tezzie. I chose a chair near the back, leaving Damien's fans the best seats, and also curious to watch the audience. I grabbed a handful of bookmarks and I watched one of them; I saw that the design was simple, attractive, and effective. On one side it showed Wild Fire; O another brought the covers of previous books and a short synopsis of each one, in addition to talking about the

, he said pointing to a tattoo on his chest. A tattoo of my name. I almost screamed. "Oh my God, wait I thought you said you weren't going to get a tattoo... oh my God!!", I shrieked. "I don't think I'll be donating blood to anyone any more ", he said. I held my mouth in so much shock. Like I couldn't believe that he legit tattooed my name on his chest. "When I get older... if we for any reason don't end up together and I get kids or whatever and they ask me why I have a Sebastian tattooed on me, I'll tell them it's a memory that's never going to leave me, ever".

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

The town's only tattoo shop, Kink Ink, was on the next block, its black façade in stark contrast to the other more conservative shops that surrounded it. He wavered for a moment, but then, decision made, Blake locked the truck and headed that way. A bell tinkled as he pushed open the door and again as he closed it. A petite young woman with jet black hair pulled back in a tight ponytail, and a ring in her nose, was idly flipping through a magazine behind a glass-fronted counter. She wore a black biker tank top, revealing full-sleeve tats up both arms. Upon hearing the bell, she looked up from her magazine and smiled at him.