Cute Simple Ghost Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Seras is a walking inferno, green ghost-fire mixing with her normal red. Remy fights like a wolf possessed, claws and dagger and pure refusal to let anything touch me. I’m everywhere at once: Mirror Step through broken reflections, blood-lightning carving trenches in the fresh spring ground, Vinča symbols flaring across my skin for half a second before my healing erases them again. We’re losing. Then the ghosts show up. Al Capone and the boys step out of the steam like they were waiting for the cue. Tommy guns made of moonlight and 1920s wrath.

ghost child . The little girl shakes her head sadly . " She's not ghost . She's real . " Her eyes glistened with tears but the tears didn't fall . " You're real too . I can see you can't I ? " I smile warmly . She giggles . " That's true . But you can only see here . No other place . " She beams at her knowledge . " What does that mean ? Is this place a beacon for ghosts ? " Jace asks . Maybe his vocabulary didn't quite get to her because she looks up at him in confusion and then gets up , running towards the stairs .

“Is it about your werewolf friend?” Ghost sighed. “Well, he’s not the only one...” He trailed off. Scar’s eyes snapped in his direction. It took a moment, just a moment for him to comprehend the implication, and then he watched as Ghost’s eyes changed color, from bluish-grey to a glowing amber. His jaw dropped, his mouth gaped open...

I carry my face from his chest slowly and carefully, not to wake him up I roll over and lie on my side. I admire his sinful beauty, if I can just touch it once more. That's right I can touch it, after all he's sleeping. I flatten my palm on his chest and feel each rhythmic movement his chest makes when he breathes. I outline his body with my hands, over the six divisions on his belly to the tattoo on his chest. I remember when he got that, I came back tired from the classes I had and he came into my house grinning like he just won a lottery. He made me close my eyes, trust me I still cheated, opening my eyes slightly to try to take peaks of whatever surprise he was bringing up. When I opened

“James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?” “What, you’re not happy to have your boyfriend and his twin tattooed on your skin forever?” “James,” I say. I slowly turn to face him, and at this point, he bursts out laughing. “Does your impending death amuse you that much?” He ignores me and bends over, holding his stomach. “You should see your face right now.” He recovers and looks at me, smiling. “Relax, that’s a temporary tattoo. And you didn’t feel any pain because I drew it with special markers, not with a needle.”

"I was wondering when you'd show up." The beast's attention turns to her, and Ghost-me doesn't flinch. Instead, she steps forward, arms spread wide in welcome. "Hello, sister. I've been keeping them ready for you." The beast's mouth—my mouth, scaled up to impossible proportions—curves in a smile that holds the weight of futures already lived. When it exhales, Ghost-me dissolves into silver mist and flows into its lungs like she's coming home.

I forgot to cover the tattoo. Shit. "Li fantasma, The ghost." Giovanni's eyes widened as he switched his gaze back on me. "Where? Who? What?" Angelina let out a small chuckle, "Oh honey. She's a myth. Nobody actually knows her." "It's you, isn't it?" Giovanni said, staring at me along with everyone else. I looked at Ace only to see him giving me the "Im pissed at you" look. Giving me the "I'm pissed at you" look. Im so screwed.

"Don't dare touch me again or I'll kill you again." The male chuckles and rubs his hair. "I'm just like you... A ghost. So how can you possibly kill me? I came back just the same way you came back cause I can't let you hurt her even though I wish I can cause she's a silly female." Jalen rolls her eyes at him and relaxes but suddenly shudders when his other words dawned on her and all the hairs on her body started rising and goosebumps prickled at her skin. "Y..yo..u..both are ghosts?"

Taking me by surprise, that her tattoo was freaking glowing in the dark It glowed just like the color of her hair, violet, like her name. It bathe her face with some ethereal glow. I was kinda mesmerized staring at it. She does look like a goddess. I didn’t realize that I have been staring on her face for a quite longer than I intended.

The thought I had tried to banish came into my mind again, unbidden. I noticed she had stopped talking and was staring at me with a frightened look on her face. She was blushing. It was becoming I couldn’t lie, just as I couldn’t stop the indecent thoughts that coursed through my mind. “We aren’t on the first floor yet?” she asked. “Soon,” was all I said, knowing just how creepy I could come across as. I just wanted to know how she would react to that. She swallowed, and the movement of her delicate throat was some kind of strange fascination. I couldn’t explain it.