Coral Snake Tattoo Novels & Stories

“I plan to tattoo a Koru on you. It’s a sort of spiral that’s part of Māori culture, and in New Zealand, it means new life, growth, strength, and peace. They made bone sculptures with this symbol that were used as pendants for necklaces. The bone, when worn, changes color. And for the Māori, it meant that a part of a person's spirit entered the pendant. Sometimes it was given to another person, as if to transmit a part of one's happiness.” James takes off his shirt and shows me his right shoulder. “I had it done by Sky last week. Mine is a way to transmit my happiness and love to you.” He puts his shirt back on—what a shame—and turns back to me. “And also a bit of bad luck, since you manage

It was a black painted snake tattoo, like it was guarding his dick. I racked my brain to try to remember where I had seen this before or on whom I had seen it. It finally clicked in my head… That's right, I had a dream where I was being fucked by someone with a snake tattoo around their dick. It can't be Killain…. it'll only be Killian if that dream was another fragment of my lost memory. I have so many questions I want him to answer but first, I have to deal with his cock in my mouth and my hungry pussy.

A second masked man had appeared and had succinctly sneaked up to deliver the blow. Fuck it! Fuck being weak! Before my consciousness went off, I caught sight of the tattoo mark on the shoulder of the second man. His sleeveless arm featured the tattoo of a tiger, a snake and a crown. That insignia was very familiar. But my brain couldn't conjure where I had seen it before. I kept staring at it as my eyes shuttered to a close, just then an image popped up in my mind's eye. Wait….what the actual hell?

Lincoln replied. “Just do it,” Corleone shot back almost immediately with a light scowl on his face. After a few agonizing minutes of watching the lady in the video walk in slow motion, Corleone yelled. “There!” pointing at the desktop screen and Lincoln paused it immediately. It wasn’t clear and could have been easily missed but he got it. There was a tattoo on the woman’s neck. Her hair covered it for most of the video but at this particular time, she had moved her hair a bit. It was so fast that even in slow motion, if you weren’t looking at her neck, you would miss the tattoo of what looked like a snake on her nape.

Now that we were shorter than an arm, I was sure that the tattoo that represented his capital sin was not the only drawing on his beautiful and contemplative olive skin. There were also more of those curved thorns descending to his strong abdomen, and I swore to have seen the tail of a snake drawn so that it went up through the gummies of his belly, before he noticed my look and I had to disguise it with the first thing that came in my head "maybe at that moment I forgot that he probably already knew what was going "You make it seem like there are parts in hell that are not fire and blood, Vraxlon.”

Coraline pleaded, doing a spell to look like Selina again. Scarlet laughed. "I'm not falling for that shit again." Coraline choked as the chains got tighter and tighter around her neck while the darkness was like a cloud around her. She felt great fear, like she had never felt before. "And this is for Horatio and our pack." Coraline rose high in the air, raising above the tallest tree. Scarlet closed her eyes as tears slid down Coraline's face. She pulled at the chain, causing Coraline's body to dissolve into nothing.

“Well, hello handsome.” “What can I offer you?” the guy asked, ignoring her flirtatious greeting. “Club soda is perfect, thanks.” He nodded. “Jenny?” “Vodka.” “Right,” he said, turning to get the bottles. As he turned, Malvika caught sight of the tattoo on his upper arm. It was an intricate drawing of a snake. “Nice tattoo you’ve got there,” she said casually. He glanced at her, a little bewildered. “Um, thanks, I guess,” he said, hurrying away.

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

She would be free. “It has been brought to our attention that you recently took a mate. Do you understand that mates are a distraction in our line of work and a potential weapon to be used against us?” said Elder Rolland as he approached her with the casting iron. “I understand,” said Coralis, looking at him as she wondered if it was a veiled threat. Elder Rolland pressed the casting iron three times on Coralis’ skin where her EBEE tattoo was. The three burned lines formed what looked like a triangle. Lines all intersected with each other, except that each line would not exactly end where the next one began.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c