Death Moth Throat Tattoo Novels & Stories

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Zach Romano. Leaning against the kitchen doorway like it belonged to him. His black hair was a mess, his blue eyes flat, unreadable, and his bare chest on full display, carved with muscle and shadow. On his ribs, a tattoo stretched over olive skin, an Italian cross with Latin scrawled underneath. Mors tua, vita mea. Your death, my life. I stared at the tattoo. Then, slowly, my eyes dropped to his torso. Abs, tight and low, vanishing into a pair of dark gray sweatpants slung dangerously low on his hips.

I state confidently as I stand up from petting Cas. Death stands from his throne and walks over to me. He places his hand on my shoulder. I can’t see his face, but somehow I have a feeling I don’t want to. So I stare deeply into his glowing silver orbs. Death begins to chant in his own language. It's a language that I have studied and yet barely know. My back begins to burn as I feel the marking begin to form. Dad grabs my hand and lets me squeeze his hand tightly as the burning intensifies as Death continues his chant. The minute Death stops chanting, the burning stops, and the mark is set in place.

Inside the cover was a handwritten note from my mother. Leila, my love, my daughter, my light in the darkness. Fill this with all the happy memories throughout your life. Fill this with everything you can to retain the happiness in life. And if the times get truly dark, remember stars cannot shine without the darkness. Shine bright my little star. Love you to the moon and back xx

I'm sure that's the main reason why her boss respect and trust her intelligence. Blake noticed a strange tattoo at the back of the patient's neck while she was treating him and what baffles her is the fact that she has seen the same tattoo at the back of her father's neck before he died.The cause of his death is still unknown to everyone.The tattoo is the inscription of two blood axes crossing each other with a Greek word written beneath it.She can't speak Greek so she was unable understand what was written under the axes.She wanted to snub it but the thought of her father having the same tattoo before he died made her change her mind.She snapped it and decided to get the meaning of it from

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.

Their top halves were bare, leaving every inch of carved muscle and porcelain skin on display. Azrael’s shifting tattoos stood out brightly against his skin. As for Draco and Orion, they had soft whorls of silver painted along their broad chests and shoulders. Pushing all the lovely, terrible things I wanted to do to them aside, I forced my lips into a pout. “How come they don’t have to wear silk thongs?” Azrael pulled me into his chest with a lopsided grin, “Just say the word, little wolf. We both know my ass would look phenomenal in a thong.”

He reached for his t-shirt and pulled it over his head in one pull, every thought in my head instantly vanished, his back was turned to me, showing me the tattoo that covered almost the entirety of his back, a few scars here and there but damn, seeing his muscles flex was enough to make me dripping wet. I stared at his lower back, his thin waist that spread into an angular shape to his shoulder blade. My hands moved towards his back before I thought otherwise. I trailed from down to the upper part, following the pattern of the dragon. He went still under my touch. “When did you get this?” I asked absentmindedly. “Sixteen.” He paused. “After my mother died.” My hands stopped moving. I looked

Scar is seated on the bed operating a laptop,she looked up to the man beside her tall and well built,his eyes deep like eyes that held many secrets and knows maybe too much. “Marcus,that works well in our favor, you'll upload the video,my health report,the scan results and everything related to my failing health on my official page when I step out,let's use their delusion against them” She scoffed reading comments under a post bashing her. “Karma,they say karma caught me,that bitch karma is scared of me” He slowly unbottoned his shirt revealing a tattoo covering his chest and stomach,an eagle holding a snake with it's claws,he got into the bathtub slowly.

And the third mark, the one she drew beside a small cross at the south end of the wing, in ink darker than the rest. The chapel vault corridor. I have walked past its entrance four times since the storm, each time slowing but not stopping. The door is smaller than the others, set into the wall at an angle that makes it easy to miss if you are not looking for it. Oak, old, with iron straps that have gone black with age. No handle. Just a keyhole and a thumb-latch worn smooth by whoever used it before me. Tonight I stop.