Crypt Keeper Tattoo Novels & Stories

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."

Everything in the same place! "Oh, so cute!" - I speak. - Let me see. Krew turns to show me. Little tattoo of him makes my body go cold. It's a Viking rune... and I've seen it before... What the fuck is going on? "It's cute... Everything matching?" I ask, almost deadpan. “All matching,” Stone agrees. His eyes are hard on me like he knows something. - What does that mean? Goldie asks. Krew shrugs, letting his muscles flex around the tattoo.

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

But the way Knives looked at me, you would think he just won the jackpot. “Sweetheart,” he groaned, his whiskey voice making me shiver in delight. “Your wish is my command...” He stood and, without hesitating, he took off his T-shirt. And for once, I didn’t look away, but instead, I took in everything he had to offer. His tattoos were gorgeous. Most of them were skulls, knives, and motorcycles, but I also liked the angles and the roses. They all melted together and perfectly led from one act to the next, telling the story of a boy who became an MC VP. And of course, the centerpiece was the snarling wolf and the moon, with the name of his club.

But his eyes are cruel, dark and cold. "He...He has black hair, and a tattoo on his neck,” I say, shaking my head. The pain is slowly starting to diminish, leaving me feeling, gasping for air. I see fear ghost across Kastriv’s face. "Is the tattoo words, or a picture?" "A picture. I don't know what it is though." It appeared to be depicting something very particular, but it’s impossible to decipher. "Keo..." Kastriv murmurs. I frown, sitting up. The pain quickly falls away, leaving me feeling empty and vacant.

Instead, I turned towards Cliff and Joel, and began getting one thing off my chest. "Do you.." I cleared my throat. "Do you have them too?" I asked. They shared a look, then each held out one wrist. On it was tattooed the same thing, in clear, dark black ink. Κατερίνα's προστάτης - (Katerina's protector). This time, this time I did smile. I felt whole, safe. "So.. it's official then." I breathed. Nothing comes between us.

Then he stuck his thumb against my clit and I let out a squeal. “Okay, okay I hope you like it!” and lifted up my black vest top before grabbing my breasts. The tattoo was underneath my breasts. It represented two braided pieces of rope intertwined leading from each side, underneath my breath to meet in the middle. “It’s called a lover’s knot,” I said. I felt his cock harden against my ass. “I thought you might like it.” “I fucking love it. Kate, fuck that’s hot,” he growled as he urged me to climb on top of him.

“She didn’t do anything wrong.” “She kissed a masked man, Karl!” “That masked man was me.” The King paused mid-rant, eyes narrowing. “What?” Karl dropped the paper on the desk and pointed at the image. “Take a closer look at the man’s hand. That tattoo—on the wrist. The scorpion.” The King squinted. It was faint, but visible. Karl nodded. “I patented that design when I turned eighteen. There isn’t another in this kingdom like it.”