Cute Simple Ghost Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Dangerous. She was still thinking about it when the message arrived at 9:47 PM. Ghost: Private session. One hour. I want to see you in something new. Aria’s stomach flipped. She sat on the edge of her bed, heart already beating faster. Aria: What do you want me to wear? Ghost: Crimson lace teddy. Sheer. The one with the deep V in front and open back. No bra. No panties underneath. Hair down. Lights low. Be ready in fifteen minutes.

Lowen was a little bit confused, he said: “Haven’t that captains turned up?” Pure shook her head: “I haven’t seen them yet. I think they will be here soon, we should go to the meeting room first and wait for them.” All agreed. Inside Infinite Space: The sweet and lovely pink clouds like cotton candy, carrying a faint scent, slowly hung in the blue sky. The colorful trees, carrying different shapes, were swaying in the gentle wind. In the endless sky, there were three big stars and a lot of small stars also. The giant Star was like a fire, this is the Sun of Infinite Space

The part of me that could never be taken because it simply was. It had been sleeping, waiting, biding its time. And now, at the moment of my death, it woke. The tattoo on my back—the Ghost Wolf mark I'd been born with—ignited. Not with purple witch-fire. Not with the corrupted power Kelly craved. With silver moonlight that burned like the sun.

ZEPHYR’S POV “Yes, there are two of our ghosts who are not with us now.” “Do they have names?” I asked him. “N….” He paused, rethinking his reply again. Then he said. “We go by one name, Ghost. Any other name aside this, I am unaware of it. I know it seems undutiful for me to not have this simple information but sometimes our ghosts tend to break out of character and hence get themselves into scenarios that end up leaving them with souvenirs like names, tattoos, tags.”

In the blink of an eye, it was already in front of Caspian. "What a fast speed!" As he sensed the incoming force, Caspian's eyes immediately froze. The puppet rushed to the front of Caspian, waved its arms violently, and formed a claw with five fingers. With a fierce strike, it dug out its heart and stomach and punched toward Caspian. Ghost Cultivator's five fingers were polished like spears, and they emitted a faint blue luster. It was obvious that he had used materials to polish them. The methods of ghost cultivators were often unpredictable and vicious.

"Elle, you need to see this.” Ghost calls out. I push the knife a little harder into the Collector’s shoulder before jumping to my feet. I give him one last look before turning my back on him. His fingers have stopped twitching; even if I take the knife out, the damage is most likely permanent, and he’s no threat to me anymore. I see Ghost has walked behind the counter; he has a computer in front of him and the glow of the screen is lighting him up, making him look like some kind of otherworldly ghost. I kind of get the name but it seems more like a punishment to me, like his parents judged him on how he looked when he was born and decided to brand him with the name forever.

I shimmied my underwear off; he’d ripped mine in the past and whilst the act of doing that was sexy as hell, lace pants are expensive. Ghost fell on top of me, his hips in between my legs, erection pressing against my very wet and ready core. His fingers traced the edges of the floral tattoo across my lower stomach and bikini line, before moving further down to the barbed rose garter I had around my thigh. “I like this one,” his voice was low, sexy. “Have you got any others?” I nodded, sweeping my hair out the way to show the roses across my collarbone and the bottom of my neck, before rolling over to show him the wings across my shoulders.

Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face. I sighed and lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing the black dragon tattoo inked deep into my skin—the symbol of The Ghost. The mark that made nations tremble. The emblem that ensured every enemy took their final breath in fear. The man’s eyes widened in shock. The room gasped collectively. “I—I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered. I smiled sweetly, stepped closer, and before he could blink— CRACK. His neck snapped between my fingers like it was made of thin wood.

Marcus continued slowly. “He said when she handed him candy, her wrist was exposed for a moment. On it was a very unusual tattoo.” Marcus took out another photo. It was a child’s drawing. A twisted pumpkin face, its mouth split all the way to the ears, its eyes hollow spirals. “This kind of gothic-style tattoo… a lot of people have them…” My voice grew quieter and quieter. Marcus said nothing. He simply placed a third photo in the center of the table. The background was a beach and the open sea.

"No! That one no. It is cursed forget about it. " The tattooist dismisses Sao. Something about the tattoo makes him not look away. On the mention of a curse, the other couple come to see for themselves the tattoo. Fahara is what it's called. In some dessert outside a mudwalled house a rooster is trying to swallow a blue glowing stone . Nothing very interesting about the tattoo but Sao can't take his eyes off it. More particularly, the blue glowing stone.