Broken Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

Elara pov. “It’s okay, don’t cry. Everything will be okay. Please just do me a favor—when you see him, tell him that I am sorry for betraying him and that he shouldn’t blame himself. That it isn’t his fault.” I gasped and sat up, my breathing rapid as I clutched my chest in pain, a burning sensation ripping through me, forcing my eyes shut as a groan escaped my lips. The crystal tattoo—it was what was burning. I whimpered, trying to take deep breaths to calm myself and ease the pain. As the seconds passed, the sharp ache in my chest slowly dulled before finally fading away.

Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endured to get such a significant tattoo in that location. Overwhelmed by emotions, she looked up at Leonardo's face. He was watching her intently, biting his lip, and holding his breath, anxiously awaiting her reaction. With her heart pounding, she returned her gaze to the tattoo, tracing her finger gently over the beautifully curved letters of her name. The first 'S' was artfully curved at the bottom, forming a heart, while the last 'A' extended into the shape of a heartbeat. The design was exquisite, and Sofia couldn't help but feel deeply touched by this display of affection.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

“Marrying another woman, letting you go, pretending I could forget you... it was the worst mistake of my life.” “That doesn’t justify anything!” I shouted. But he went on, as if he hadn’t heard me. “From the moment you and I broke the bond, something inside me shattered too. I felt my soul split apart. And when I tried to move on... I couldn’t. There was no life without you, Sophia.” “You’re sick,” I whispered, trembling. Dante smiled faintly, sadness in his eyes. “Maybe. But aren’t we all, when we truly love?”

"I know I was wrong! Please forgive me—just give me one more chance!" His voice was hoarse, filled with despair and pleading. "I promise, I’ll cut ties with Lilith and her family. From now on, I’ll only have eyes for you. We can start over—we can have a happy life together!" I scoffed, curling my lips into a sarcastic smile. I laughed at his naivety and foolishness. "Do you really think we can go back to what we were?" Behind me, I heard his anguished howl. It was the sound of the werewolf in him being consumed by pain, just like how he was.

Anirudh said angrily and brought a tattoo machine from his cupboard Antara looked at that with horror and started begging for her dear life. " Anirudh please I am sorry, I am really sorry I will not do anything like this ever. I am really sorry, please forgive me, do not hurt me." Antara begged and cried "Oh my jaan, I am not hurting you. I am just showing you to whom you belong. It will hurt a bit but then it will be fine." Anirudh said and with one hand he pulled her pallu (the part of saree that covers chest) and ripped off her blouse and then her Bra exposing her breasts in front of him.

I tempered my smile. “You buried that ‘home’ with your own hands. The day I left, was it Michael’s birthday? “You broke up with him on the surface, yet secretly sent him money, bought him expensive cars and watches, didn’t you?” I spoke bluntly, naming her deeds. Her face paled, guilt flashing in her eyes. She clutched her head in anguish. “I can’t let him go. But you must know, the person I truly love is you. Come back with me.”

Relief, anguish, love so raw it made her chest ache. “You shouldn’t be here,” he said hoarsely. “And yet,” Aria replied, folding her arms, “here I am. Watching you drown yourself in the rain. What are you doing?” “Breaking,” Ethan admitted simply. His voice was barely audible over the downpour. “I’m breaking, Aria.” Her throat tightened, but she forced herself to remain steady. “You should go inside before you get sick.” He gave an empty laugh. “What does it matter? The sickness is already here.” He pressed a fist against his chest. “It’s been here since the day I lost you.”

Another piece of myself ripped from myself as she dies. And there is absolutely nothing I can do. The loud buzz of the tattoo gun brings me back to the present. I glance down at my arm as I get some retouching finished and the new tattoo of her signature from her last letter. My friend Axel has been my tattoo artist since the 13th century. He's like me. A creature that lives forever, doesn't die, and is just here. His other half isn't cursed like mine is. A curse that takes her away from me. He has had his agapitós (beloved) since he was 22 in human years.

"WE MAY NOT BE BORN ON THE SAME DAY, SAME MONTH OR TIME BUT FROM TODAY ONWARDS WE SHALL DIE ON THE SAME MONTH ,DAY AND TIME FROM NOW NO WE ARE PARTNERS NOT SPLIT BY DEATH ,I DIE WHERE YOU DIE" Soon they felt alive ,their emotions danced around each other...their soul was combined the ceremony was complete Tyson could feel scorch emotions likewise scorch did ,he was happy with having this partner from now on everyone may leave him but he will always have scorch by his side , he suddenly busted out of laugh he was in the good mood everything was going his way now he stood up holding scorch suddenly the room was bright a golden light surrounded him and scorch it shone brighter and brighter he f