Dark Romance Book Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

He undid the zipper of my dress and before I knew it, I was left in just my underwear and my heels. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, I pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere I couldn't be bothered about, then moved back to admire his chest. Tattoos of different kinds were etched on his skin, each one a different story than the last. There was one particular one that caught my eye at the left side of his chest. It was " Carpe Diem." Written in cursive with small roses woven around the words. It was so beautiful that I knew it wasn't just a tattoo.

“And didn’t I tell you to drop the formalities when we’re alone, darling?” I have heard of the Dread Moon pack wolves being tattooed, but I have never seen one in person before. His right arm and pectoral are adorned with black ink, and I spy his pack crest amidst some rose designs. It is actually quite a beautiful tapestry and something inside of me seems to pull me toward him.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

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’

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

“We don’t run. Not anymore.” Before I could speak, he crushed his mouth to mine, lifting me onto the edge of his desk, sliding between my legs, urgency and recklessness burning through him. “We make them remember why fire burns,” he growled against my throat. And the storm began again. —---- Hours later, I lay beside him, tracing the tattoo hidden just above his ribs—a symbol I hadn’t noticed before now. A flame wrapped in barbed wire. “What’s this?” I whispered. Arthur looked down, then sighed. “My reminder that passion always comes with a price.”

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

“I’m going to have to agree to the fucking tattoo she wants me to get.” “She wants you to get a tattoo?” I asked. This was news to me. Kam sat up and nodded. “It’s one of the things she likes from her books. When two wolves mate, they bite each other and leave a mark on the base of the neck. She wants to get matching tattoos since there’s no magical healing in real life.” I had to laugh at that. “That is so, I was going to say ridiculous, but it’s actually kinda cute! Are you that serious about Rose?”

“Right there. Your name and music notes on either side. Maybe some little butterflies.” “Are you serious, Reb? That’s permanent, you know.” “I know. You don’t want me to?” She traced a tattoo on his forearm with one finger. It showed a dagger through a skull. It was a beautiful piece of art, but masculine. “Would you rather I get one that matches yours?” “I would love my name permanently etched on your sexy little back. I could stare at it while…” He lifted her shirt and took a peek at the area in question. “Damn…” he said breathlessly and gave himself a little shake. “Yeah, okay. Let’s go.”

Grayson and I are now laying on the floor both naked and satisfied. None of us are speaking,we are just enjoying the comfortable silence between us. We are both lost in our thoughts,I wonder what he was thinking about. My hands begins to trace the tattoo's on his chest. There is a new one and my heart almost stops beating when I read the inscriptions. Grayson & Bryanna forever. Our bodies may depart but our souls will forever remain together. It is beautifully designed with roses around it,just above his children's name.