Eternal Alchemy Tattoo Novels & Stories

Though the temptation to design a dick lingered, I knew that discretion was paramount in this delicate balance of power. With a firm resolve, I settled on the image of a bestial monster, its form twisting and contorting across his expansive canvas of skin. I can’t believe I am tattooing Alpha Caden and I really expected him to jerk away and say he didn’t come here to get a measly tattoo but he lay there completely still. I meticulously worked the tattoo machine, etching each intricate detail into his flesh, I couldn't shake the irony of the situation. He, the powerful alpha, was now immortalized as the very embodiment of the beast he portrayed in my art.

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

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

On the headboard and walls, she drew magical symbols, stopping at my forehead and marking the infinity symbol. “What’s all this for?” I pointed, trembling, at my forehead. “It’s the path of life; we are a cycle; that’s why the infinity symbol,” Elara explained calmly and softly. “This may hurt, okay? But don’t give up on your life; visualize the reasons you want to continue here.” Her words brought me to the Alpha, who paced impatiently back and forth, sniffing in my direction and stopping. He sat beside me, holding my hands firmly.

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

I reached up, my fingers tangling in the hair at the nape of his neck to pull him closer, to sink in the sensation. That’s when I saw it. As his head moved, the low light of the bedside lamp caught the skin just below his ear. My heart didn’t just skip a beat. It stopped. Tattooed in deep obsidian ink was the mark of the Triple moon; the sigil of the High Alpha. It wasn’t just the pack mark. It was the crown. The lines were intricate and glowing with a faint violet light that only pulsed in the blood of the true lineage.

Here I thought his tattoos were only on his hands but turns out it wasn't only them. His back was full of tattoos but one caught my attention in particular, it looked like an Angel that's on its knees, the wings looked broken and above it were two hands, holding one another tightly with the word brother written underneath them and above the Angel… the fallen angel. Ray loved his brothers more than I could ever imagine, to the point where he tattooed his own body with a constant reminder of it. Something I could never have unless it's Malia we are talking about. Alana, focus.

A second phrase appeared: “Only the broken may be whole.” This time, the altar revealed a set of symbols, spirals, ratios, and constellations. They rearranged themselves constantly, never settling. Kieran watched, trying to find the pattern. Kieran stared at them for a long time, looking for anything different in all of them. Then he saw it; actually, it is better said that he felt it. One symbol repeated, not in shape but in rhythm; it pulsed in time with his breath. He reached out to it and touched it; the symbol froze, and the altar opened. Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral.

Then I notice it. The tattoo. It’s the ancient emblem of the Alpha King.

By the time I lifted my gaze, Elion was already sitting in front of me just like Hael. His shirt was off his body. His back was bare and I saw his tattoo. Unlike Hael's, his were bold, colorful, and very vibrant, stretching from his shoulder blades to his lower back. It was a Phoenix. A big one. With large wings inked in gold, red, and black colours. The beak was open, as if it were screeching. Its talons extended as if it had just risen from ashes. It looked powerful, just like Elion.