Dream Chasers Tattoo Novels & Stories

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.

Goddess, they are amazing! "It's fucking impossible to get anything done when we have her as a mate." River spat out and my eyes shot open. My sight went straight to their necks. Each one of them had a mark, my mark. "What... how? Goddess, fuck!" I shouted. "Cherie, what is going on? You look confused." Chase wrapped his arms around me. "I think I'm dreaming." I whispered into his chest. This had to be one of my very vivid and messed up dreams.

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

She also noticed the echoes of lovers bouncing off the walls that separated the past from the present, unaware of the truth they carried. Her gaze dropped from Brahim's jet-black eyes to his left arm, to the area of his biceps in particular, where a plaque-shaped tattoo gleamed. Out of inertia, Bethany brought one of her hands to the tub and traced it with her fingers. It was that tattoo she saw in her dreams. -What's wrong? Does it bring back old memories? - He asked, leaving a flash of lust in his voice. Brethany pulled his hand away as if he had been electrocuted. And he didn't take a second longer to get off.

Cassandra's POV “Tell me what you think,” Chris held his breath as my fingers moved to touch the tattoo on his back. Oh God, I've seen this tattoo so many times, but in this messed up state, I'm saying that I want to see it. “You... when did you get this tattoo?” I stared at the bird's eye on his back—the eagle and the snake. Chris had a tattoo of an eagle wrapped around a snake, so the two seemed to be competing to outdo each other. From a distance, I hadn't really noticed that there was a snake in this tattoo, but it turned out that the snake clutching the eagle looked very real when approached.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

I had always asked my father why I was born with tattoos on my body but he always evaded my question. Now that I look at the fancy drawing on my whole arm, something keeps niggling at the back of my head as I tried to recall where I saw something that looked like that. And then it hit me. The bird in my dream! Yes! The tattoo looked just like the gigantic bird when it spread its large wings and flew into the sky. My heart raced as I tried to make sense of things but I was still blank. I don't know what the bird was or if there’s even a bird like that in the world but it felt real.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

His mind started showing me the memories of Maayan and a young woman laughing and speaking, Maayan hugging her at different situations, The view of his head from the back which was tilted to the side while he was hugging her close – He was kissing her… I pulled my hand away as I had seen enough to cry for eternity. I couldn't see Maayan's eyes or full face on any of Chandran's memory but his back had a tattoo of my symbol which no one had in this solar system. That tattoo would appear in purple colour to me while others could see it in crimson colour. And no one knows about this. His tattoo appeared in purple colour in Chandran's memories. So Chandran wasn't lying. My man had left me.