Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

Even though his dick is still tall and angry, he removed his dick from inside of her and stood up to pick up a basin with warm water and start to clean Cathy’s body. While cleaning Cathy’s body with a clean towel, Caisen saw a sun and moon tattoo on Cathy’s left groin. He caressed it and remembered Cathy’s words at the capital. The people in the Northern Pack have a sun and moon tattoo. So, this is what she was talking about. Since their first sex had no lights, he could only see it.

A first step in removing her taint from his soul was to remove her name from his flesh. * * * Milli sat in the chair next to Lloyd, she seemed completely calm as the woman tattooist put filigree swirls and flowers over her cesarean scar. She had ‘Charlie’ and his birth date added in a looping scrolling script. Milli told the woman part of her story and the woman had opened up about all her struggles. Milli listened, and by the end, both were teary and hugging. The guy who owned the shop was finishing creating a tartan plaid on the ribbon to cover Antonia’s name. He smiled slightly as Milli followed the woman into another room to have her tattoo’s picture taken.

He looked up into her eyes to know the reason behind this mark. “Rose and her brother came out of me through an operation, and at that time, Cinder wasn’t with me, so I healed in a human speed,” Ethlyn responded to an unasked question of Calvin. “Though she can heal it now, but I want to keep this mark with me as one of the memories of my life.” She added.

He turned out of the shower as I turned to face him. Ethan looks at me from behind and scans my bare body with his hungry gaze as if trying to memorize it. I have to fight like hell not to flinch. I never anticipated feeling this exposed in front of him while naked, and the dumb self-consciousness just wouldn't go away. He calls out, "Come out. We need to go." and exits entirely. I have a clear view of his big shoulders and fitting back. In the center is a dagger tattoo that drips blood into a pit beneath it. It's so much Ethan, and it's also lovely and gory.

One dark night, where I climb into a car expecting Cain to be there, but coming face to face with Abaddon instead. "I need to leave now, are you coming with me?" He offers his hand to me but I shake my head. I might not remember everything, but from what I have read in my notes, what Cain and I have is real, he protected me and now I need to do the same for him. "Ok, but if you need me, call me. My name's Eli." He slips a piece of paper into my hand, then slips away just before Chloe comes around the corner.

It’s what I love to do and eventually Em with be with us too and it will be all good. Raine hummed in approval and I turned off the shower. Getting out, I was thankful Sam put a new towel out for me. After dressing, I pulled up my purple hair up in a high pony tail. Turning to the side, I liked how the purple played with the black of my tattoo. I looked like a badass. Leaving the bedroom, Ethan had a frown on his face as I walked into the living room. “It doesn’t look bad. It’s barely noticeable. No need to be so frown-y.” I poke the wrinkles between his brow.

Kaia murmured, trailing her slender fingers down Eton's muscular arm. “I have,” he replied. A shiver ran up her spine. Eton's answer didn’t surprise her, per se—she would have been more surprised if the reply was negative—but the calmness with which Eton spoke about it was fucking scary. Kaia eyed the tattoo on Roman’s arm, a single word, “Remember.” Kaia didn’t know the story behind the tattoo, but it seemed like good advice for her: she must never forget what this man was capable of.

Getting on his knees he unbuckled his belt, throwing that piece too somewhere. It was a sight to see and she may appreciate it if he was Chris. His hair was disheveled, a few strands were on his face, giving him a killer look. His eyes were sharp like axe and the red lining gave them a sinister look. His jaw looked more sharp and pointed with that clenching. That hard bulky muscles successfully scared the shit out of her. Accompanying the tainted muscles were the scary tattoo on his chest. It wasn't that big and full, a medium sized black tattoo, from his left shoulder till his chest. And that bulging nerves, gosh why killing her inch by inch by showing this intimidating body? "Done eyeing?"

The cold ash settled over the black stones of the courtyard, burying the boots of the dead guard in a thick, gray blanket that smelled of burnt bone and wet wool. "Put it on." Ethan stood on the cracked marble of the lower dais, the heavy gold crown of the Western line resting between his blackened palms. The metal was warped from the heat, three of the sapphire settings melted into streaks of blue glass that run down the side of the band. He didn't have his tunic on. His bare chest was a mass of white, puckered scars that had stopped leaking the silver fluid, leaving his skin looking dry and dead in the gray morning light.

She was an Eternal! She had taken a great risk coming here to change her fortune; to pursue the images of her talented parents and mysterious great grandfather. Yet this risk hadn’t been merely taken on a whim. For her aura and race were hidden by the Origin Divine Artefact called Eternal Throne. This artefact was joined to her as a tattoo on her back; an inscription that protected and guided her. “It seems we have stumbled upon something interesting Reiki,” the lady mumbled and the tattoo on her back glowed slightly.