Dark Gothic Finger Tattoos Novels & Stories

Pure, unholy sin. My hands moved on their own, sliding up his chest, tracing the tight lines of muscle beneath his warm olive skin. My fingers brushed the tattoo inked into his ribs, the Italian cross, the Latin carved beneath it. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. His grip tightened on my waist. He pushed me back, and my spine met the cold marble wall with a gasp. The contrast between his heat and the chill behind me sent a shiver all the way down to my toes. Zach’s lips left mine and dropped to my neck, kissing, biting, branding me with sins no holy water could ever cleanse.

If he was going to kill me, I would strike first. I marched into his master suite. The room was dark. He was asleep, his massive frame sprawled across the bed. The tattoos on his right arm seemed to swim in the shadows, ink turned to scales. He looked older than Damien, perhaps in his late thirties or early forties, but there was a raw, timeless power in his face that made age irrelevant.

Dark of Night Copyright 2019 Emily Goodwin Chapter One “What do you see when you look at this one?” The doctor holds up a card, showcasing an ink splotch that’s twisted and creepy, with eyes that follow you no matter where you go. I look at it, heart hammering away inside my chest. The mess of ink on the white paper reminds me of the monster that lurks in Nana and Papa’s basement, the one that tried to get Abby and Scott to go downstairs with it.

Always had—rebellion swarm in his blood. He was tall, a wolf-like Sabin, but that was where the similarities ended. While Sabin had brown hair, brown eyes, and a roughly hewn face, Gideon was pure punk, embracing the modern Goth look, throwing in a bit of grunge and mixing it all with movie-stars flair. The man even coloured his pale hair bright, metallic blue. Said he'd done it because it made his eyes pop. Of course, that was a lie. He'd probably crafted the look as a warning to humans—approach at your peril.

"Boom!" A finger with a pale golden brilliance. With a sudden movement, a pale golden glow transformed into a golden colored glaze. It slowly gathered on this finger, as though it was the most mysterious universe, emitting an enchanting but fatal aura. "Golden Magic Finger!" In his fingertips, the energy was crazily flashing with a horrible light. Each of these lights was enough to tear one side apart. Boom! "Flame Demonic Shadow!" Lie Yan's delicate body trembled. Her jade-like hands quickly flew up and quickly formed a seal in an attempt to resist.

They practiced, took a break, and practiced some more. Aside from Cassiel's hot and steamy routine, she found something interesting. It was Zacharias' tattoo. It was a bit blurry in some of the videos. But in one of the clips, where Zacharias takes a look at the gifts, his left ring finger has a tattoo. It was like a permanent wedding band. It was a simple line around his finger that may seem subtle and lowkey. But if it’s on the left ring finger then it would send in a pretty obvious message.

I want him to taste my wrath, to let him feel my overflowing thirst for vengeance. I stood and uttered an oath of lividity. Glowing fire surrounded me. I closed my eyes and started to mutter the forbidden enchantment I've learned. I know that this power formation would consume a big amount of my energy and could kill me, but I don't care anymore. I don't care if this hall would be my graveyard as long as I drag Ren Lancaster in hell. "Mea vita pro morte sua... Mea vita pro morte sua..." I uttered again and again, my hand parallel to each other, and on its center is the formed symbol of death on fire.

Teeth had sunk deep on the wrist, blood dripping from the golden glowing skin staring right at me. His fingers were pure black, the rest of his hand and arm golden as if gold highlighter was spread on him. The darkness seemed to have crawled up his fingers over time. His arm was large and strong, veins running up, seen just from the skin. In just one squeeze he could kill me with just his arm. My heart drummed harder, knowing that this could be a trick, another creature wanting to kill my child.

Her fingers drift over the tattoo on my chest—a skull with roses twined around it, symbolizing a love that defies death. "Will we ever be alone in our own home again?" Maria whispers, her eyes filled with concern. I pull her close, and my lips brush against her earlobe. "We will, but right now, we have all night." I murmur back, and my hand moves along her inner thigh. I pause, staring into her golden eyes. She trembles slightly, and I slide my fingers inside her, feeling her wetness and heat. She gasps, biting her lip as I move slowly, teasing her. Her breath hitches, and her moans fill the room, mingling with the soft music. Her hips move in rhythm with my fingers, seeking more. Maria pull

she asked not taking those chocolate brown eyes off of me. “I do not know what you are talking about, sweetheart but come and lay with me. I need some TLC from my beautiful sexy goddess.” I licked my lips as my eyes ran all over her body. She looked so good in that brown dress that stopped at her thighs and showed off her long tanned legs. “You have been drinking again and do not even think about trying to deny it. I've seen the evidence for myself.” she fumed and wagged a finger at me as if I were a naughty child.