Evil Cupid Tattoo Novels & Stories

They had been married for three years, and even though they had not been close, she had seen him without a shirt before and he never had any tattoos! Now, he had that phoenix rising from the ashes on his back, giving off a wild vibe. Evelyn figured he must have gotten it recently. He had been cruising around in fancy cars, showing off, and then, with that tattoo, he probably turned into a total troublemaker. What nobody knew was that Elio's tattoo was incredibly rare. It was made with the blood of a rainbow phoenix and the bird's feathers, each a different color, creating a stunningly vibrant pattern. The coolest part was that they would not see it in normal circumstances. It only showed aft

Eva said underneath her breath and decided to leave the cart and move to the other shelf. She was walking toward it when she mistakenly bumped into someone and the bottles of milk he was holding all fell to the ground. “Pardon me” Eva apologized and without looking at his face, she bent down to pick those things. “It's alright” The man replied and helped himself. Eva's eyes darted to his hand, and she saw a little tattoo, it was too tiny to see with the human eyes; therefore she used her werewolf eyes and saw what the tattoo was.

His keen eyes scrutinized the body, tracing the intricate patterns of tattoos etched into the attacker's skin. "This is no ordinary assailant," Elder Broja began, his voice low and gravely. "These tattoos, they speak of allegiance to a specific pack. Each mark represents a vow, a bond, a commitment to their cause." I exchanged a troubled glance with Lyra, sensing the gravity of the situation deepen with each passing moment. "What do these tattoos signify?" I inquired, my voice tinged with apprehension. Elder Broja's gaze bore into mine, his expression grim. "These symbols are ancient, passed down through generations. They denote allegiance to the Eclipse Pack, a ruthless faction known for th

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

"The Rite of Ascension demands that a chosen heir must venture into the wilderness on the night of the blood moon. Should they return with the sacred bloom, they are marked with its likeness—branded by a white-hot iron as testament to their worthiness. Those who fail..." The sentence bled into silence, unfinished, but the implication was clear. Their bodies were never recovered. My fingers hovered over the keyboard, my throat parched. Though my memory was hazy, I swore I'd seen a glimpse of a similar tattoo on Icarus’s bicep that night at the strip club—or had I imagined it? The elegant, twisting vines of the Moon Shade flower, its crescent petals cradling a dagger... it wasn't just a design

"We have found a note between her flexor carpi ulnaris muscle and carpi radialis brevis, and her body truthfully stops functioning from shattered glasses that are glued on them so I don't mind reading that note" "The other suspect has a tattoo of a serpent at the back and an open wide cut near his lattisimus doris muscle but no letter hidden like the victim" She adds up. "Thank you Ms. Sheiley, you can go now," Marina said. "What the note say eh?" Marina asked after she glance at Sheiley walk out of the morgue. "Vipers will live evermore and Criemsons will triumph nevermore," I said as I folded open the note with gloves on.

“You want to be a bigoted SOB, fine, become a pussy-ass white dove for all I care.” There it is… my Hail Mary. I shrug back into my vest. It’s time to see how the dust settles. Without looking at me, one of the newer members, Candy, with a fucking swastika tattooed on his bare scalp, removes his cut and rests it on the table. He walks over to Oho and waits. Oho removes his vest and tosses it to the floor before spitting on it. He shoves Vampire aside and the two men walk out. Vampire follows and watches them through the open door. All the brothers are on their feet by this time. I take my seat again and wait for everyone but Vampire to do the same. With a nod from me, he knows to stay where

I admire the tattoo taking up most of his back, it's similar to Storms. It's a pair of evil snake eyes in red, with a green and yellow snake wrapped around the pistol facing the red eyes of the evil snake. The words The Satan Sniper’s Motorcycle Club are written under the pistol. But what has me at a standstill is the shading that's done around the entire picture, it's a light shading but unmistakable. It's wings, Angel wings. I don't say anything. I want to but I'm tongue tied. I scan his back and stop at the blue bruises around his sides.

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

EVANGELINE. My gaze snaps back to the tattoo on his torso, realising it’s not just any snake but the symbolic sea serpent of Hades… The symbol of the Night Shade Pack, how did I not realise! I look up at him, grasping onto the fact that I had gone straight from the wolf’s den into the monster’s lair…