Evil Cupid Tattoo 소설 & 이야기

The sleeve of his T-shirt lifted, revealing a brightly colored tattoo on his biceps. “When’d you get that?” She pointed at the tat. He glanced down. “Last year.” “What is it?” “One of the four horseman of the apocalypse.” “Can I see it?” “Sure.” Colt rolled his sleeve to the top of his shoulder. “Whoa. That’s gorgeous. India did that?” “Yeah. She’s good, ain’t she?” Chassie squinted at the flames that swirled around the horse’s hooves. “Yep, although it don’t seem like something you’d pick, cuz.”

Fur as pure as the driven snow enveloped her frame, her gray eyes, speckled with gold, gleaming with a fierce intelligence that belied her lupine nature. Kane, his heart a tumult of emotions, beheld the spectacle before him with a mixture of awe and trepidation. The sight of Luculle's transformation, though familiar, never failed to evoke a sense of wonder tinged with a primal fear of the unknown. His mate would be highly sought after. He had a battle on his hands. Yet amidst the chaos of her shifting form, a sudden glimmer caught his eye—a tattoo, emblazoned upon her shoulder and cascading down her back like a fragment torn from a gigantic pizza. The single slice of a pizza was buttered wit

Only I knew she was alive and the tattoos were meaningful, still are. The tattoo was inspired by Talitha. She got a tattoo of a snake shedding its skin with a tiny butterfly next to it. I loved it. The work was implacable, I couldn't draw my eyes away from it, it was us. I wanted my own so I got the same tattoo on the side of my waist, right below my ribs on the tight. Mine is the opposite, a snake is wrapped around the butterfly playfully with a the quote, "Evil and good both win." That was two years ago. Adrian likes that tattoo the most, he adorns it with his mouth every time he has me bound to his bed, he likes it. He joked he would get my name on him but as much as I want my name on him

It sounded like the start of an assault. One that told me he could go further than this, violate me, and I would want it. “It'll be best to take this process seriously and focus on your treatment….” I trailed off when I spotted a viper tattoo sprouting up his neck as he rubbed on the spot, clearly uninterested in my sermon. The viper’s teeth and eyes stared directly into mine, and I shuddered a bit as I took in the details… It felt like the viper was a picture representation of his personality.

Until I was pasted against the wall with my hands tied on my back. “Ouch… you are hurting me. Leave me.” I protested. “The world already has an impression of me. I don’t give a heck about it anymore. However, you need to be aware that I don’t like to hear excuses, yet you are lucky to be granted this opportunity twice.” His hot breath fell into my ears, as if someone from hell was downcasted and he was surely one. A devil. An inferno with a tattoo of a weird and unrecognizable symbol on the side of his neck, which I noticed when he flipped me around.

Turning off the faucet, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Taking a deep breath, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror and run a hand across my jaw. The light of the bathroom casts shadows over my shoulders as if spotlighting my tattoos. Like some Confradia Assassins, I have a tattoo that represents my status in the organization. Mine is a human male’s face hidden in the shadows, half of the face is complete with the crimson light of vengeance in one eye and the other half is the skeletal face of the male with an empty eye socket.

I sat down, rummaged my fingers through my hair, then took a deep breath before playing the footage once again. “Wait a minute” I rewind the video zooming in on the back of the man's palm where a distinctive tattoo was. “That's the tattoo of the vipers” he had the letter V imprinted boldly on the back of his palm and a snake coiled around the letter. “if I remember much about the viper, every member has the letter V tattooed on any part of their body but with different animals attached to it, creating a symbol of uniqueness in the gang” I spoke to myself with a hint of excitement in my voice. I finally have a lead, once I get this man and deal with him, my name will finally be cleared..

As they both turned back to their human form , completely exhausted ,marked by each other scents ,entangled forever. The purpose of night was finally fulfilled, they were marked. The child was safe .But the curse was the curse cured or there something more.. More to the destiny of theirs

His breath came in short, fevered bursts, each one dragged up from the deepest pit of him like he had to tear it loose. The knife was obsidian. The edge not forged, but broken. Sharp in the way curses are—shaped by hatred and handed down. He didn’t flinch as he carved the sigil into his chest. A spiral of fang and claw. The Hollowborn mark, mutated with his own—lines interwoven, twisted like mating snakes. A mating brand. His fingers trembled at the final curve, but not from fear. It was joy. When he was done, he dropped the blade. It clattered against the stone, echoing too loud in the chapel's silence.

They climb into the SUV, “what about my brothers?” “They will be fine; I don’t think you should stay to see what is about to happen.“ Lucifer loosens the button on his black silk shirt. The leader of the harder livings, known as Ice, is bald-headed with bright blue eyes upside down cross between his eyebrows, teardrop tattoos on the corner of his eyes, and a dagger tattoo on his neck, six feet tall, two hundred pounds, wearing army pants and sneaks with a sleeveless top. “Mr. Morningstar, Sir, we never realized this was your place; we will cover all cost of damages to your property, Sir.” Lucifer's eyes become darker as Ice is unable to keep eye contact. Lucifer's appearance scares the life