Death Do Us Part Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

My mouth drops open in shock. “You got a matching tattoo?” He chuckles. “Yeah. Whilst you had you had yours done, Derek did mine.” Butterflies flutter around in my stomach as I stare at it. He actually listened to me. “This is awesome.” I say until I realize both our tattoos were like rings with an infinity symbol. Infinity. Forever. Instantly, I felt sick. I wish I could scrub them both of our fingers. “Should we grab a bite? I’m not sure I’m ready to let her go yet.”

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"

I murmured while examining the included photographs. One image depicted Aurora during her teenage years, alongside a teenage boy, evidently deeply in love. Presumably, this was her mate. Another photograph captured the boy shirtless, his shorts riding low enough to reveal a discreet D&D tattoo just below his abdomen, where his V-shaped muscle disappeared beneath his shorts. The tattoo would have gone unnoticed if the photographer hadn't intentionally focused on it. A third photograph showed the two of them reclining together, the camera zeroing in on their matching initials tattooed on their skin.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

The espresso was done, thanks to Dom’s secretly guidance, and I had placed it on the tray, balancing it carefully out toward Santiago – turning, smiling softly to Ana and Dom, whispering wish me luck – when the doorbell rung, as it had so many times already today. But this time, Ana’s eyes widened in horror, and she muttered “Mi*rda…” Dom’s eyes widened as well before they sharpened, his arm tugging Ana protectively behind him.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

tattoos that had once pulsed with the rhythm of the moon were gone, leaving his chest bare and vulnerable, a blank canvas of tragedy. I reached him, my trembling hands hovering over his cold chest. "You don't get to leave me in this mud, Dante Thorne," I whispered, my voice cracking and peeling like old paint. "We had a deal. We signed the papers in blood and grit. A joint venture, remember? I don't liquidate my partners, and you don't get to quit just because the sky is falling."

When the midwife lifted her, the room fell into a terrified hush. The girl was small, but it was not her size that stopped the hearts of those in the room. It was her skin. On her chest, directly over her heart, and across the span of her tiny back, symbols were etched into her flesh. They were not birthmarks; they were brands, glowing with a faint, amber luminescence that pulsed in time with the lightning outside. On her chest, the sign of the crab—♋. Across her back, two interlinked circles—⚯.

In it, a frail, withered man crawled forward step by step, bowing his head to the ground again and again, begging for a chance to reunite with a woman he could never see again in this life. But before he reached his destination, his body swayed and collapsed. That man was Jason. Unable to have me in this life, he pinned his hopes on the next. But it was useless. Because Nathaniel and I already made our promise. If there were a next life, we would still be together. As for Jason, what was he to me, really?