Crypt Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

Before he can reach me, Carlos intercepts him, slamming him against the hood. I pull my kids out one by one, hugging them so tightly it hurts. “My babies—oh God… you’re okay, you’re okay—” Killian sobs into my shoulder. Cherry clings to me tightly. Carlos is still wrestling the second man to the ground when I try to move back and spot something. On the kidnapper’s neck, partially hidden beneath his collar, is a strange tattoo. A circle. A broken arrow through it. Faded, but unmistakable. The moment it glows lightly, a cold shiver crawls up my spine.

One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time. My heart is pounding now. "Ulyana told me about how the Bratva marks its members. But she said the women only get tattoos if they're the last living heirs." "Heirs!" That gets a bitter laugh out of her. It's loud enough that I glance around nervously, worrying someone might hear. "Ulyana wants to protect your tender heart, Katerina Koslov." She covers the fox up, standing over me again. "Do you know what that tattoo actually means?"

“Not constellations of teenage girls, Ms. Cruz. Men who keep their hands in their pockets like they’re used to having something else there.” I stare. He swipes. Another clip. I'm going into a radio station, sunglasses on, hood up. Same men on the corner, smoking, not smoking, watching. My skin crawls. “You’re making this up,” I say. He scrolls back and freezes on a close‑up. It’s enough resolution to see the tattoo peeking over one man’s collar. A sigil I don’t recognize. But he does. “This one’s with the people who killed my mother,” Kael says. “They don’t watch for fun.”

He say but I'm to focused on his tattooed body to care about anything he says right now. My fingers trace the inked skin. He has a huge tattoo of Kali, the goddess of destruction, on his front. Different designs litter his skin but my favourite has to be the flower on his neck. It is the only tattoo that has colour out of them all on his front. He has his nipples pierced and I never thought I would say this but it looks really sexy.

"All the brigadiers and lieutenants have arrived, Pakhan. They all are waiting for you. As per your order, the official tattoo artist is here too." Aleksandr nodded while Aria frowned at the information. "Tattoo artist?" She asked her husband. "Yes, if you had been my wife only, there would have been no need for a tattoo but you want to be a power partner. It means you are officially joining Bratva. This tattoo is going to be your crown, Aria. This is your last chance, if you want to back out do it now, because the tattoo is sacred. You have to wear it whole your life like a religious sign "

I’ll never be able to drink tequila again without thinking of him, that’s for sure. I see Erik still watching me. I hand him his shirts. “Five black belts? That’s incredible. All this time you never mentioned it.” “That was a long time ago, I’m not that person anymore.” I can’t help but ogle him and he catches me checking out his Nordic styled tattoos. There’s a chariot on each pec, one pulling the sun, one pulling the moon, each being chased by a wolf. “This is Sköll,” he points to one of the wolves, “and this one Hati. They chase the sun and moon.”

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

His tousled, gelled hair made him look hotter than ever and my gift- a lovers' chain made of platinum and diamonds adorned his long, s*xy neck, from where my mark beautifully peered out. The robe had a deep V neck and a tattoo with Timz written on one side of the chest, making me want to kiss the hell out of it. That tattoo wasn't there before !! Kyler chuckled and replied, "Maybe if you are lucky, then you might get laid tonight, Miss,” he winked at me before letting his Beta escort him out. You bet I will. Grrrrr. "Damnnnnn,” Dre came barging in, inside my room and plopped down on the bed with his sneakers clad feet on my lap !!

"Christie. I won't give it to you. You're going to have to tell me what you want, and then you're going to take it." The expression on her face was priceless. Petulant as a child, she tore her eyes from his and began to hastily unbutton his shirt. Artwork appeared contrasted by his fair skin. A raven tattooed above his navel. An ankh on his upper left arm. A character on his stomach. Some sort of Celtic design on his upper right arm. He was covered in ink, and she wasn't all that surprised to see a ring in his left nipple. He caught her looking, and offered a bashful smile that lightened the tense stillness around them. "A gift from a former lover of mine. She did it herself."