Dark Gothic Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

He really has my whole heart and I can't imagine a world without him now. I felt a pull and an utter darkness surround us as the shadows wrapped around Kiran and I. I wasn't controlling them, but I knew they weren't going to hurt us. I watched as they slithered down from us and wrapped around my wrist connecting up to my ring finger. It did the same to Kiran's wrist and finger as well. I felt so cold where the shadow wrapped that it felt like it was almost burning. A few seconds later the shadow receded showing a black inked bangle that met with the black ink around my ring finger through a line. Kiran held the same black mark. We looked at it confused, turning our hands to further inspect i

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

It should make the support treasure that helps to circulate spirit qi instead. He produces his specially created black glove which he creates from some of the Shoggoth cells. This Black glove works the same way as Shoggoth does, it can morph and shapeshift into all kinds of tool that the wearer wants to. He uses the black glove to change into many tools in his hand, and he starts to inscribe something on to the armor. The moment that this black glove morphs the finger part into the needle-like inscription tool shocked every upper realm cultivator. Not only the ability to morph that shock them, but also the nature of this glove that the morphed inscription tool is not of any metal but the bon

“He had a partner. Both of them stole almost a million from me. They split it and ran away the moment I found out.” “Oh.” I looked down. I don’t think I like talking to him about his job. It’s intense- he was intense. Despite being blessed with great looks, he was dangerous. What he does makes lives unpredictable… especially for him. He was the leader and I’m sure a lot of dangerous men like himself are after him. My eyes suddenly caught the tattoos that adorned his fingers. This managed to make me divert the subject. “Can I see your hands?” He raised a brow questioningly. Either way he reached out his hand for me to take it. The forefinger and the pinky have wings. One wing on each side. Th

Then he holds up his hands, palms down, resting them on the table's edge. My gaze drops, and I gasp. Tattoos adorn every visible part of his fingers. Skulls, bone segments, and what looks like gothic script run across his knuckles and the back of his fingers, making them look sharp and almost skeletal. His knuckles are slightly bruised, fingers stiff. My eyes flick between his hands and his face. “You got tattoos on your fingers?” He shrugs. "Yeah? Got them done yesterday. They're still a bit tender. Hard to grip a fork properly." He gives me an innocent, utterly false look. "You don't like them?"

Caleb ordered her. She glanced at Zander and extended her hand towards him, Zander glanced at her open palm and saw an eye tattoo on her palm. Which was dark and it was creepy, the way it was staring at Zander made him wonder why it is so dark. Seers has the tattoo on their palms and it most slightly grey but hers was dark which had him suspicious of them. No, Don’t let her touch you! Azazel yelled but Zander chose to ignore him and placed his palm on hers.

All of them had a silver hue, yet it was clear that they were not crafted from actual silver. One had a small ruby, another had elegant cursive inscriptions, and another had delicate floral etchings. I couldn't help but admire the intricate artwork that adorned his arm, from his fingers all the way up to his wrist. "What is the significance of this?" I gently ran my fingers over one of the intricate tattoos on his arm. The elegant script, adorned with delicate vines, roses, and lotus flowers, intrigued me, even though I couldn't decipher the Greek letters.

It finally came to rest at the back of my left hand, where a single, glowing golden dragon curled around my knuckles. I looked at Sol and saw the exact mirror. His shadow-and-star tattoo started at his left foot, racing up his powerful frame in a dark, glittering wave. It crossed his chest—where my name pulsed in silver—and draped over his right shoulder, ending in a swirl of starlight and wolves on his right hand. When we reached out to each other, our marked hands met. The gold of his name on my skin and the silver of mine on his seemed to spark where they touched. We were a living tapestry of the two greatest lineages to ever walk the earth.