Novel & Cerita Broken Soul Tattoo

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

“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.”

It was part of the relationship between us. "Yes, it is the very tattoo you always draw. You used to draw it in every single textbook of yours. You went to have that tattoo but you got scared of the needle. So instead of you, I got that tattoo for you. You told me what it meant. It means together, forever." I replied to her unasked question. She gulped hard and I was her eyes moistened up. She leaned in towards my shoulder and pecked my tattoo. It was a broken heart shape that had our initials on and a holy belt that was keeping both parts connected.

“Fine, but I’m here when you’re ready to talk. Don’t forget, I love you, Death Bear.” She brings my hands to her soft lips, kissing the back of it right on my tattoo of a yellow rose tipped with red that drips blood drops to my fingers. It’s one of the few I have in color. It’s symbolic of friendship and falling in love. I had gotten it when I first realized the innate connections I have with Jase. The connection with him is like the one I have with Carley. I’d see the world drowning in rivers of blood at my hands for them alone.

I recalled the days of bewildered pain that followed when I tried to figure out why he hadn’t told me he was engaged. And I recalled the rejection ceremony itself, where I’d stood before the pack council, had to watch the man I loved say the words that would sever our bond and crush my heart. The suffering that had come after, the feelings of half my soul being ripped away, and then... nothing. Nothing where the memories would be. “That’s right,” I breathed, staring at the now-fading tattoo. "We were fated mates. That’s the Luna mark — it comes out when there is a mate bond but it’s supposed to disappear when the bond is broken. But it's coming back."

I reached out, patting her back gently and rubbing small circles to help her calm down. She looked like someone who had spent years holding up a heavy wall and had finally let it crumble; the exhaustion in her posture was palpable. As she shifted, she slipped off her jacket, and that’s when I saw it. Her shirt lifted just enough to reveal the number 22 tattooed on her skin. Barbara had been right — there was a heart next to it. But looking at it closely now, I saw it wasn't a perfect, romantic heart. It was a broken heart, the edges jagged and separated by a thin line of skin, as if the ink itself were mourning something lost.

“Two long tears. Both eyes.” The tattooist looked up from his tools, his expression grim. “You realize what you’re asking for? This isn’t just any tattoo. It marks you as part of a violent group. Step into River, and you’ll be arrested on sight. Worse, your soul will be bound to hers. If she dies, especially by your hand, your soul shatters into fragments. You’ll be left a husk—a mindless, broken shell. Are you sure about this?” In the corner, Argent leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her silver braids reflecting the dim light as she formed a heart with her hands.

As if they'd never curled their sweat dampened bodies around each other, lost in their little bubble where the outside world couldn't pierce through. He did what had to be done, even though he hated himself. He'd earned a degree in the field of breaking hearts. He could blame his family for their breakup all he wants but it didn't change the fact he hurt her badly. After what he did to Gabrielle courtesy of his parent he never intended to see her. But there she was, standing two feet apart from him. He remembered the promises he made to her, he swore to protect her when the world wasn't in her Favour and he failed to do that. He didn't deserve to see her again, not now not ever.

As lovers do. What matters is that. In the end, I fell in love with the boy who, Broke my heart. ♡♡♡THE END♡♡♡ ___

His six packs and muscular arms were perfect for his torso. The tattoos were splattered on his chest, the one that has the M symbol with a crown on it, has some words written on it. He turned around to drop the bottle, and that made me see the tattoo on his back. It was a tattoo of a large bird flying away from an arrow directed to it. He turned to face me back as he leaned back on the fridge, then I looked up to his face. I looked away but something caught my eyes. I saw those words clearly. Broken. I have a feeling every words and shapes that was tattooed on his skin has a deeper meaning attached to it. But two of those tattoos got me thinking. The M symbol with the crown on it and the wo