Cute Simple Ghost Tattoo Flash Novels & Stories

Monti flexed his biceps flamboyantly. Mia crinkled her nose. Etsu and Caitlynn chuckled. “Flex anymore and they’re gonna burst.” Mia teased. “No such thing, you really think these are gonna burst any time soon?” He passionately ripped his shirt apart to display his hard muscle and slid forward on his knees, like a stripper from Magic Mike, only whilst wearing reflectors. Yet again, iconic. Mia toppled over laughing and Etsu shook her head in amusement. Caitlynn giggled. They might be ghouls, but they were still her friends and that was all that mattered,

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

After my Statistics mid-term, I sat at the desk reviewing my anatomy flash cards. The air in the room changed, sending a chill down my spine. The window was cracked to let fresh air in, but not enough for such a drastic temperature drop. “Esmerelda.” Ghost’s voice echoed in my head, seductively bathing me with my name. I leaned back in the chair, letting the sensation flow through me. A gentle kiss was placed on my neck, causing my back to arch in response. He was here like a phantom, only in spirit. My nipples hardened as I took in his scent. My belly clenched, remembering his handsome face and muscular body.

The lights flickered. “Do you feel that?” she whispered. Kian’s jaw tightened. “Keep going.” Her tattoos — the ones across her own arms — began to shimmer faintly through the gloves. The crescent on her wrist pulsed in sync with the design she was drawing on him. “Stop,” Kian said suddenly, voice rough. “That’s enough.” She lifted the needle. The symbol was unfinished, but it glowed faintly before fading into his skin. “What the hell was that?” she demanded.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

“What is it?” His eyes never left the monitor. “You might want to see this.” “I am seeing it.” “No.” He shook his head with a quiet laugh. “Keep looking.” I narrowed my eyes and scanned the information in front of me. At first… Nothing. Just usernames, encrypted traffic, anonymous forums, and data moving across the screen. Then one name caught my attention. Ghost. Beside the name were two simple words. Recently online. I froze. Ash immediately went silent. The room seemed quieter all at once. Ghost. Everyone in the underground knew that name. Everyone on the dark web respected it. Some feared it. Ghost never failed. Ghost never left evidence behind. Ghost simply got the job done.

There was a search button at the top and he clicked on it then inputted the id, it brought out an icon only, he tapped on the icon and the website entered a chat interface. A ghost appeared at the bottom of the screen in the chat interface floating up and down amd Asher figured it was the icon indicating if the other party was typing or not. He was right because a text entered few seconds later, the username of the sender was redsun, the message read; ‘Hello dear curious reader, we’re glad you made it this far. Something popped up asking Asher to pick a designated nickname before he could reply the message. He thought about it for a while, then picked The will of Aura, aura was almost litera

Blood covered the walls the night my best friend, Cody Colfax, was murdered. His body twisted and twitched before my eyes, like a fish out of water splashing around on a boardwalk without anyone to put him back. The possession of his body from the unknown source, the scientists call 'The Ghost,' has haunted the bystanders for weeks now. When we found him, his body was half-naked and covered in ashes. The hairs on his arms were fried by the electrical chords wrapped around his arms. The tattoos on his body were symbolic, otherworldly. The Ghost left them there to make their presence known.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

The coincidence was just too much to be true. He took another look at the name on the ID card; with his imaginative eyes he slowly turned the name Heaven backwards and it appeared as Nevaeh. He has been sleeping with a ghost he concluded. There was no need to call a prophet to reveal it, even the blind will see and understand this. He needs to drive this thought away, make the pain and fear disappear, he needs to get drunk; so he ran away from the morgue and went to a beer parlour.