Dark Magician Tattoo Novels & Stories

Dang… Kahit yata madaplisan lang ako na kaunti, sure akong mahahati yata katawan ko doon. “Ang Dark Magic, ay tradisyonal na tumutukoy sa paggamit ng mga supernatural na kapangyarihan o mahika para sa masama at makasariling layunin; o mahika na nauugnay sa diyablo o iba pang masasamang espiritu. Minsan din itong tinutukoy bilang 'left-hand path', ang right-hand path na katapat nito ay benevolent white magic. Alam mo ba yun?” a calm voice echoed in the night.

I ask him. " On my back. And it says the heart can be darker too. And free drugs. I was seventeen then." He says and I smile. " Second?" " Omertà." He answers. " You know I actually thought that was supposed to be your first tattoo." " Nah. My dad never wanted me to have that in case I decided to leave the mob." He says. " And what does the Arabic tattoo mean? And why Arabic?" I ask. " I like them and the language. And the meaning; It means 'my soul is darker than night'. The other one is 'angels don't die'."

The gentle jest lightened her mood—though a lump of unease still settled in her belly, reminding her that the world was not nearly as simple as she wished it to be. She raised her hand, examining the marking more closely, noting how it seemed to pulse with a life of its own. This faint black lining resembled a tattoo of secrecy. “This resembles more of a tattoo of secrecy, and it makes so much sense.” A tattoo of secrecy, also known as a promise of secrets is a mana oath taken by mages, promising secrecy, binding their fates. Such oaths weren’t valid without a third party present to enforce its weight; demons, spirits, archmages, or even vampires might serve that role.

He said. "Then how'd you...get that?" I pointed with my index finger towards his neck. "I heard you get that type of tattoo or something similar when you come of age as a wizard. It's the symbol that shows the moon goddess has shown her blessings on a wizard, and he is ready to conquer the world with his magic. Also, they say a half moon tattoo could only be found on some unique wizard who has something related to the Alpha blood." He said that as if it wasn't a big deal but for me it was. I was stunned to think that he was taking his powers so lightly.

“Come on we’re almost done with this part. Once we’re done you can sleep, but you must watch my lips. Just focus on me, okay?” “I’ll try.” She half-smiled. “Bind this soul to the dark Dwellers for one year six months. Give her the powers to see the darkness in people, banish the light.” He spoke in Demonic Dweller language. Once Drake finished the final part of his chanting, he stepped back when dark magic encircled Ivy, he smiled when the magic disappears into her. “It is done.” He said touching her face, but she didn’t open her eyes. “Rest my love, when you awaken, I promise to pleasure you.” He said picking her up and taking her to her room. The symbols he drew on her body slowly disappea

A wolf with red eyes and a dagger through his head. “That’s Dimitri’s tattoo! He has one like this on his forearm. Obviously, a lot more intricate than this, but the likeness is uncanny,” she couldn’t believe it. Dimitri, her friend, and confidant who was there for her in her hour of need. “Why would he do something like this?”

“The wizard from ancient times I told you helped me break free from the master, and told me about the cure.” “Wow!” I hissed. When he told me about it the other night but I didn’t really put my mind to it, but thinking about it now had my heart racing. It would have taken real powerful magic to turn a vampire half human; magic I was sure the matrons, council, and the witches in general do not currently possess. Kudaisi smiled. “Check this out.” He raised his shirt, revealing his bare chest. I stared at where he pointed below his right chest, at a tattoo. It was a butterfly. It was so small and nearly blended with his skin that I hadn’t noticed it before.

"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.

“That's what we told each other. But we all knew that we would never subject a mate to that.” “You can't stop-” “You can.” He lifted his arm and pushed back a long sleeve. A black tattoo stood there stark against his skin, a dark circle with a gash through it, a claw mark that never healed. “Magic. It nullifies the bond. None of us or our mates will feel the bond. It was for the best.” “I understand,” I said, repeating his words back to him.

Damien reported to Alden as they went back into the house "Ignore it" Alden replied "I have somewhere to be" Alden then disappeared into the darkness of the night Damien went to his room. There was no light illuminating it. You couldn't tell where anything was. But that wasn't the case for Damien, a vampire, he had great sight, even in the dark. He undid the buttons of his shirt and removed it. A huge eagle tattoo was on his back. It looked so realistic, especially its red dragon eyes. He moved the middle vase on one of his tables and the huge painting behind him moved and opened, exposing the stairs to his hidden underground room