Ethel Cain Tattoos Novels & Stories

KAI I stand motionless, enveloped by the ancient pines sprawling behind the Obsidian Shrine within the borders of the Silent Crest Grounds—the pack’s restricted burial terrain. Cain is positioned roughly ten feet ahead of me, his oversized dark lenses shielding his face from the first rays of dawn piercing the heavy timber canopy. The morning light isn't fully blinding yet, but he keeps them on to mask the lingering discoloration from Ethan's assault. The purple shadows aren't as severe as they were a few rotations ago, but they still carry the raw signature of the violence.

"I am sorry, Dennis. I don't want to cause trouble for you and Shana. I only show you that Erik also has the same tattoo as me" Dennis was silent for a few seconds trying to calm down and gather his thoughts together. Eventually, he nodded his head and made his way to sit back down. He looked at Bethany expectantly for her to start talking. But instead of talking, Bethany takes his hand and kisses the back of his hand. " Do you want to see my other Tattoo? Same of in at my back, some at my thigh and near my sensitive area. Now, I'm thinking of doing it at Butt"

Luminous and ethereal in the moonlight. To hide the truth from her, Anna had a tattoo of crown done near her mark, Alexie, and Sofia on their wrists, and Rie on her chest where the heart was. They told her it was a symbol of their sisterhood. Which was partially true. They had sworn to smack Xavier on the head as payment for their sacrifice under the needle. "Well, maybe he is your prince charming, Mish?" She grinned at her to cheer her up, trying to lighten the mood. "He seemed familiar. Like I have seen him before." Her frown marred her delicate beauty.

“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.

Close enough that people believed what they saw. I looked like what humans called a ‘bad boy’. Baggy jeans, Black tees, Sneakers, sometimes leather. I spoke less and associated little only when necessary. My shirts were almost always short-sleeved or just sleeveless, exposing the tattoos along my arms. Some were tribal. Others meant nothing at all. Elena was different. She only had one. Small. Subtle. Hidden just behind her ear. Her mother’s initials. She never talked about it. She didn’t need to.

"But we both can still have a thing together... you know what I mean." "and be your lapdog... someone you sleep with, without any feelings attached." She hurled back at him. "Then go away, I have nothing to do with you then." He rejected her immediately and she finished with her words. Cara nodded her head in compliance to his rejection. She was about to take her leave when she stopped and turned back to him. Cara shifted aside and opened the upper part of her dress to reveal the tattoo on the side of her shoulder. "I've seen this from somewhere. Why is that logo there on your shoulder, who are you," Ethan questioned, expecting a response.

I feared this rage would overpower my sanity, leading me to do something foolish. "Be cautious, Damian," my inner voice warned, causing me to exhale loudly. Standing up, I removed my shirt and approached the mirror. Turning to the side, I gazed at the tattoo adorning the upper part of my left arm. It depicted the likeness of a young woman, and beneath her face, the Greek name Κασσάνδρα was etched, meaning Cassandra. I had gotten the tattoo the week after I first saw Cassie at the moonlit party. I had observed her every day, morning and night, engraving her appearance in my mind.

Ethan is not in the room anymore, looks like he went to the bathroom but I was wrong cause he came out from another direction with a box in his hand which he dropped on the space beside me on the bed. He took of his shirt and I almost lost my breath, I had to force myself to look away, holy fuck moly this man look so ethereal, I was just noticing his back tattoo, it was a tattoo of an eagle, it was well painted, I was still fantasizing until he took off his belt scary manner, I jolted out of my fantasies and gulped nervously, clinging o to my jeans I bit my lower lips, as Ethan advance towards me, I kept my gaze to the floor shaking noticeably. “Lift your face”

The staff smiled and gently placed Zea's arm on the table for the tattoo removal. Zea closed her eyes the moment she felt the tip of the device touch her skin. She bit her lips hard, struggling to hold back the tears. "I want that tattoo gone. Flawless and traceless," Ethan said coldly. At this point, Zea can't help but glare at him. You're so evil... "What? Are you cursing me right now?" Zea smirked. "No, but I'm about to." He naughtily grinned at her. "Someday, you'll gonna thank me for doing that."

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.