Crypt Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

She pushed him away, confused by the feelings, his touch evoked. "what's that?" he asked, locking his lips and pretending not to notice her discomfort, curious about the tattoo meaning. "A knot," she replied. "To show how twisted you are? he asked, confused on why it had to be a knot she tattooed on her neck. "To show how strong I am," she defended. "A figure-of- eight knot, the hardest to undo." "There's no knot too hard for me to undo, just by kissing their tattoos, girls loosen up," he whispered closely.

"She's got dragon blood. But this kind usually skips generations." The factory went silent except for Herston's labored breathing. "That's impossible." Jamie's voice was barely a whisper. "Dragons are extinct." "Are they?" Kade pulled off his shirt. Across his back was a tattoo spread from shoulder to shoulder. Not just any tattoo. It was that of a dragon with its wings spread, done in silver ink that seemed to move. "I'm A Dragon Guard. I have been for ten years. My job is to find and protect the remaining bloodlines."

The key is on her skin. Drake’s words from last night replayed over and over again in my mind, making my fingers tremble as I traced the tattoo on my hip…a delicate swirl of vines and moons that my father had painted himself when I was twelve. For protection, he had said, his eyes sad. Had he known even then what it would cost us? Cost me? I felt a sudden pull deep in my chest and I gasped in shock. The mate bond…faint but persistent…tugged me toward the door just as a soft, almost hesitant knock sounded from the other side.

“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

"What if I am not? What will you do?" I shook my head, refusing to believe his words. There was no way, right? "Look for yourself, woman." Then he held his hand and showed me his wrist. It had a tattoo of a wolf with a crown. And the only one who owned that design was the alpha king himself. If anyone was seen copying the tattoo, he would be instantly killed. I stepped back while I covered my mouth. I was freaking out in the presence of the alpha king! And I just kissed him!

The only one who ever truly cared. The memory faded, and I was back in the sanctuary, staring at the man who had been my secret guardian for all these years. "You saved my life that night," Kael's voice was soft, pulling me from my thoughts. "From that moment on, I swore I would spend my life protecting you." He rolled up his sleeve, revealing an intricate tattoo on his arm. It was the image of a wolf, identical to the mark on my own wolf's form. "This is a guardian's mark," Kael said, gently stroking the tattoo. "It only appears when you truly love someone, when you are willing to protect them with your life."

“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.

She was so tight, so wet, always ready for me. I reached out and ran my hand over her delicate face. The tattoo on her forehead was so unique and beautiful that it looked like a tiara. If we had a daughter, she would have the same tattoo on her forehead. Then, she would also have a back tattoo of our pack. I wondered what it would look like. Kaya had a Crescent Moon Pack tattoo on her back. Two long lines ran up her spine, and at the top was a Crescent moon. What would be ours? We didn't have a sign for our pack.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.