Dream Chasers Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.

I don't see anything, so I whisper, “May I?” He nods and I hesitantly slide my hand up his arm, but stop at his shoulder and look into his eyes. He smiles and nods his head again. Effectively giving me permission to continue, so I hesitantly continue to slide my hand over his shoulder and move his hair. My eyes go wide as there underneath, sitting on his skin, is a tattoo-like mark of the white wolf and the white panther from my dream, standing in front of a rising full moon in the shape of two crowns. I then slide my hand up his neck to his cheek, returning my eyes to his as I whisper, "I believe you."

I whip around to rush back to Dawn and carry her but in the middle of that, her shoe falls off, Wanting to fix the shoe back to her foot, I see something that makes my heart stop beating. A tattoo. No matter how much I try to substitute memories for my past life in Vladimir’s estate, I’ll never forget what the mark that signifies whoever is a descendant of Vladimir bears. The double-headed eagle tattoo. I whip Dawn’s leg aside and stare for longer moments on her marked side. It’s it. It’s the damn mark. The damn tattoo. I stagger at the realization, my legs threatening to buckle. It can’t be happening. I blink to will this dream to stop but reality gnaws angrily at me.

What a deep connection it must be to meet in this way. "Does she have a red birthmark on her back, like a butterfly, about here..." Chase said anxiously, then pointed to the position on the back. Elliot glanced at him and nodded, "Yes, she even wants to tattoo it into a butterfly." Chase's heart pounded, his eyes hopeful as he looked at Elliot. "Do you think, is it possible that she..." Before he could finish his sentence, Elliot interrupted, "It's possible." Chase felt like a huge weight had been lifted off his chest.

’ I doubted, my hand trembled as it found itself touching it. “Do you like my tattoo?” Damon muttered, with his eyes closed. Was he awake all along? “Y…yes... It looks nice.” “I’ve had it since I was dating Sharon. We got it together.” He let out, now opening his eyes. “This design. It looks familiar. Like I've…” I was saying, but he cut me off. “The design represents our Club's aim.” “Club?” “Yes. Sharon and I used to belong to a Lovers’ Club. This tattoo is known as ‘King and Queen Crowns’. Every member of the club shares the same tattoo as a symbol of love and devotion for their partners.”

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

He pulled off the shirt and made his way towards her. Sophia stared at the scary tattoo on his chest. That tattoo of two women's-more like a mother and daughter-bodies burning down in flames scared her every time she saw it, and it wasn't any different at that moment. She staggered back, knowing where this was leading, until her back hit the shelf, and she finally looked into his eyes. She didn't know what it was, but that was the same look in his eyes anytime he was taking her. "Chase, I-I-I didn't come for this,"

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

Masculine. I roll toward him, reaching and then I freeze. A tattoo. A wolf. Vicious eyes stare at me from the center of his back. My heart slams into my ribs. The same tattoo. The one from my dreams. The one I’ve seen again and again… on a man whose face I couldn’t place until now. I slap a hand over my mouth. It’s real. Not a dream. It’s him. I scramble out of bed, grabbing the nearest sheet. I’m shaking. My mind spinning.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is