Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

“As much as I don’t like the idea of another man tattooing you with his claws, yeah. She’s going to have to use her claw to trace your tattoo, and you’ll do the same to the area on her that yours is on your. She already did it with me.” A brief flash of nervousness flashed through Ethan’s eyes before he shrugged and pulled up his shirt. I sat in a chair this time instead of kneeling in front of Ethan. That was something only for my mates. Poor baby wolf actually hissed a curse when I carved the sigil. He glared at me when I smirked at his reaction.

His mouth fell wide open and I giggled. "Well, trust that I won't stop you from seeing your movie, alright? And you can tell me about it later on at the hotel, huh?" I nodded while still giggling. Ethan has always been great with words.. He lured me in with his words.. He would always try to rizz me up with his words and tattoos because he knew how much I loved sleeve tattoos.. And he also got one at the side of his neck.. It was hot and made him look hotter.

Then, just as suddenly, the glow faded, and the holes fell back into shadow. Cassius withdrew his hand first, his voice low, stunned. “I—I got something.” He stared at the back of his hand, where a mark, dark, intricate, tattoo-like etched itself into his skin. His lips curled into a grin. “Fucking great. It’s the mark of my bloodline.” “Mine too!” Ethan exclaimed, laughing with unrestrained awe. He raised his hand for the others to see, his mark slightly different from Cassius’. “This is so fucking cool!”

“Cain found a look alike. He has more money than Croesus, for Christ’s sake. He can find a double easily.” “Xander,” the woman claiming maternity says softly. Meeting her eyes momentarily, she unzips her coat, forcing my pupils to narrow as she pulls back her shirt, revealing her collarbone, where a mark sits on the skin. It’s faded now, but it still sits there, unmistakably matching the one in the picture of us on the beach. “So Cain paid for you to get a tattoo,” I return with the roll of my eyes. Did she really think that would convince me?

“No walls meant to keep people out. Just a place to gather.” I squeeze his hand. “I like that.” He hesitates, then reaches into his pocket. My heart jumps. It’s not a ring—not exactly. It’s a carved band of dark wood, etched with subtle symbols that shimmer faintly when he turns it in the light. Wolf. Land. Bond. “I didn’t know how humans do this,” he admits. “So I made it our way.” Emotion crashes through me, fierce and overwhelming. “Ethan—” “I’m not asking for forever because destiny says so,” he says steadily. “I’m asking because I want to wake up beside you when things are boring. When we’re tired. When the hardest fight is deciding who gets the last cup of non-poisonous tea.”

“You can’t use sugar as a bonding agent in a humid studio, Rossi! It’s basic chemistry!” “You’re such a nerd,” Liam groaned, but there was a softness in his eyes. “A beautiful, stuck-up, brilliant nerd.” Ethan froze as the word beautiful hung in the air, vibrating between them Liam didn't take it back. He didn't blink. He just sat there, his jacket discarded, his sleeves rolled up to reveal the tattoos on his forearms—intricate geometric patterns that Ethan had spent nights secretly trying to decipher from across the room. “I should go,” Ethan whispered, though he didn't move.

"Cain! Please stop!" Cain looked down at me, his gaze ice cold. "Tell me, and I'll stop." The chains tightened another notch. Silver toxin seeped into Ethan's hands and ankles. Ethan let out a strangled snarl, veins bulging across his forehead, his body arched taut as a bowstring. I knelt on the ground, pounding Cain's legs like a woman possessed. "I don't know! I swear I don't know! Believe me just once! Just this once!"

"At the end of the day... Jezebel was my sister. She was the one who recruited people for these sick experiments. Leo saved me. Leo and my brother. But the nightmares, they stick." I looked at his toned abs, my eyes avoiding the rather huge... other part, but focusing on the tattoos that seemed to tell a story etched into his skin. I pointed at them. "Are your nightmares your tattoos?" He looked down at the intricate designs on his body, a sad smile playing on his lips. "Yeah. Each one represents something I went through. A reminder of the pain, the suffering, but also the survival." I nodded, understanding a little more about the scars he carried, both visible and hidden. "You're strong, Et

And I needed to hold it together. Ethan’s eyes didn’t move from mine. Not even for a second. “I’m trying to understand,” “You tattooed a symbol of rank onto a child.” “Like I said, I didn’t think it mattered,” I said. “I just liked the way it looked. It made him feel safe.” He laughed, short and disbelieving. “You expect me to believe that?” Ethan turned away again, pacing. His steps were sharp. Precise. He was thinking—too fast and too loud and too much.