Dream Chasers Tattoo Novels & Stories

A startled gasp leaves me when my eyes are met with the most beautiful tattoo I have ever seen, similar to what I have glimpsed on Jamari a few times. A flaming pentagram rests over the spot where my heart beats erratically. A full moon fills the circle within, with lighting swirling around the flames and a lightning bolt shooting down the center. A black raven can be seen against the bright light of the moon, its wings posed as if in flight, three black feathers float down towards the bottom of the tattoo. My fingers move up to rub the mark, a feeling of wholeness crashes through me, providing me with a sense of belonging that I have never felt before. “It is breathtaking.” I whisper, my fi

I slumped heavily onto my bed, the evidence of my tattoo blatantly displayed on the screen of Willow's bedazzled phone. "It's pretty, I guess." I stared at the inked fruit-laden tree, its branches entwined with the tribal border of the circular design. Something felt familiar about this picture, but I couldn't place it. "It seems familiar." I eventually admitted, handing Willow back her phone. She nodded her head, sitting next to me and traced one of the stupid butterflies on my duvet cover. "I've seen a version similar to that in my dreams." I heard her swallow hard before she continued. "The guy with the black hair and ice blue eyes had one like that on his chest. Except his tree had no le

I asked, enjoying the feeling of Dante’s touch. “They went to the main house to make sure everything was progressing the way it should be, and that all the necessary items were brought here. I drew the short straw, or the best straw.” I went over to the shower bench and sat back down. All I could do was stare at Dante. Dante was about 6’5” tall, he is slightly shorter than the triplets and Benji, but not by much, he has long, lean legs with well-defined quads and calves. Dante has golden brown eyes with flecks of green, he has broad shoulders, and strong biceps. Dante has eight-pack abs, and his hip bones stick out just a little bit. He’s not skinny, he has great muscle tone, but he could us

He looks like a man who has been waiting for hours, possessing all the time in the world. No longer is he just some distorted silhouette or a trick of the mist. His dark hair falls perfectly around his face, and etched clearly into the pale skin of his neck is a blood-red tattoo… a crimson moon. ‘Zhodin.’ Scar snarls, but I can barely feel her presence even though I hear her voice. He doesn’t touch me in the dream. He just watches me, his grey eyes so intense and deeply intimate that my skin crawls. It feels like he’s calling to something inside me, like my body is supposed to submit to him without question.

As my eyes follow his neck I find our mark sitting there like the most beautiful tattoo with its simplicity. The triple moon sits on our neck, the outlines clean and crisp. Inside the full moon sits two paw darkened paw prints. Three stars connected by thin lines rest above the full moon and waning crescent. Tracing the image I enjoy watching Damon shiver while I whisper, "it's beautiful."

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.”

Hakyi asked in curiosity. "Hmm." Daeira nodded. "In my dreams you both appeared in that colors." then her eyes went to their tattoos. "I guess I was perceptive to actually guessed it right then. Hakyi the blue hunter with blue tattoos and Osiris the red hunter with red tattoos." she grinned at them and sat at the wet sand. "We appeared in your dreams?" Osiris asked. "Yep. You both scared me shitless." Daeira laughed. "I'm always curious, what those tattoos meant?" she asked them referring their tattoos.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

My body was humming with something I didn’t want to name. It wasn’t just attraction, it was the memory of how careful he had been. Rough voice, gentle hands. Every second of restraint had felt like a promise of something deeper, something dangerous. At some point between midnight and two a.m., exhaustion won. My mind slipped away, into sleep, with his thoughts and name still in my mind. The dream came slowly, warm, hazy and too vivid. Soon, I was back in the tattoo chair. The hum of the machine filled the room, but this time it was different. There was no needle, no ink ,just his hand tracing the outline of the lightning bolt on my arm, his touch was slow and lingering.