Dark Gothic Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

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?"

Lucifer asked confused and their eyes widened. Lucifer checked himself in the mirror and saw it. The tattoo like carving on his back. It was a dagger with a snake clinging to it in black colour, it looked so perfect and real like it's their skin. "What the fuck..." He heard Vincent cursing. Lucifer looked at them and Nicolai and Vincent had the same tattoo like thing on their back exactly where he has it. Below their neck. "What is this..." Nicolai frowned touching it. "I felt something burn on my back yesterday when we were mating... I thought it's because she was scratching my back..."

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

It was odd that their dead flesh still burned, but then again, they were already dead while alive. Abby and I moved our lights up and down the dead vampire's body, legs, feet, all toes and even other parts of the body that were less nice. I moved my light back up his chest, then down his arm to his hand, then stopped. “Here.” I said, motioning to Abby. I shined the UV on his index finger and there was a tiny tattoo resembling two crosses, one on top of the other and a blood drop in the middle, the line through each cross wrapped around either side making a circle around it.

It was so fucking frustrating! “I need answers,” I said, and three sets of jaws clenched shut. “Fine. Then go fuck yourselves.” I stood and headed for the door. I’d given them an out. If they got killed now, it was their own damn fault. I reached for the doorknob and paused, staring at my hand. The tattoo. I turned around. If they insisted on trying to protect me, they would need all the help they could get. Lifting my hand, I pointed to the spot between my thumb and forefinger. “The guy last night had a tattoo right here. It was all black ink. A stylized V with an ouroboros around it. I’ve never seen it before. I’m not sure—”

On the side of his ribs: ‘The way to the heart is a path full of thorns’ Why? I pour some oil on him, then set the jar down. After a long inhale, I touch him. Warmth blossoms in my chest. Slowly, I spread the oil with my palms. I was wrong. His skin is soft. Every other thing is hard and strong. “Is that all you’ve got?” He teases. Squeezing my mouth, I apply pressure with my fists. Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’

I gritted my teeth, a muffled cry escaping as I threw my head back, the pressure easing when his grip on my mouth loosened. “Once I throw your mother out of you… I’ll carve myself into you, deep in your blood, deeper in your bones, until the only pain left inside you is mine. Not your mother’s. Not my brothers’. Mine.” He growled darkly. Panic and pain were the only sensations I could process as he showed me my throbbing ring finger. My eyes widened, breaths breaking into incomplete gasps. His shadows had carved his name ‘Asher’ across my finger. It looked like an ancient spell tattooed like calligraphy. There was no blood, but it hurt as though my bones had been scraped raw from the inside.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.