Female Supernatural Tattoo Ideas นิยาย & เรื่องราว

A smile grew on her lips, “You are on your path my dear. You never strayed from it, this is your destiny, your fate and your heart decides your mate.“ “You never speak for me to understand!“ She yelled out, frustrated. “Because my words don't need your understanding, they unfold and become your reality.“ Her fingers drew the hem of Lena's shirt up. On her belly was a weird appearance, it was a new moon. A new moon tattooed on her skin, where her scar initially was, a shock gasp was stifled before it could even make it out. She was afraid but an overwhelming feeling of confusion and bafflement engulfed her. She grazed her fingers lightly over it, “How… did it appear on me?“ “You were always m

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

He couldn't die just like that! "Spare me, spare my life. I'm willing to be your slave and serve you..." The Golden-scale Blood Crocodile's soul roared in the throes of death. In the sky, the beautiful girl's hand controlling the God-suppressing Seal stopped. She stretched out her delicate hand and bent her fair tender fingers, which were like freshly peeled spring onions. A strange dark tattoo emerged from her fair palm, releasing a kind of strange power to capture the Golden-scale Blood Crocodile's soul. At last, the soul was refined into a crimson light, sinking into the tattoo.

A task she had neglected this past week, until today. She’d been at the library for a few hours searching for anything remotely about “self-appearing tattoos” and “burning tattoos.” The worst article stated that a person who had a tattoo suddenly appear was marked by the devil and was an instrument of evil. She discounted it, even though it still bothered her. She had never been one to think mean or evil thoughts, nor she had never done anything evil or mean to another person in her life. So, she reasoned, the description didn’t fit her situation.

“ I got the tattoo when I was fifteen! “ Said Kataleya smiling. Katherina: “ How much courage! Samantha: “ Women should never get a tattoo here! They are frowned upon! Kataleya: “ Different from my homeland! There everyone gets tattoos, pierces their ears, noses, lips and other things! Samantha: “ I still remember when my mother-in-law Clarina saw Igor's tattoo on her back, she almost had a fit! Haha ha Kataleya: “ The Triquetra tattoo! Samantha nodded. Kataleya smiled: “ It symbolizes the past, present and future, linked to time and infinity...

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

"[... How? ...] " Lia removed the thin white cloth that covered her waist and also a small part of her thighs. Just below the woman's navel hole, there is a tattoo in the shape of a pentagram, with a fire symbol in the center of the pentagram. "The contract is in my womb. The contract will remain even if my soul dies. But in order to release it, I must give up my virginity." Damien looked into Lia's eyes. In his Dracula form, he can easily tell whether the other person is lying or not.

Sebastian squeezed my hand and answered for me. “Twice she’s had a fever and passed out. When she woke, she had a tattoo.” “May I see the tattoos?” she asked. I turned, lifting my hair to show her my neck and upper back. “Hmm… fire and air,” she mumbled, then asked, “When did you shift last?” “Never. I don’t have my wolf,” I replied, my heart ready to leap out of my chest. The uncertainty was killing me. “Very strange. I know for sure you have a spirit. Maybe not a wolf, and not a regular one for sure. Tattoos of the elements show that you have powers,” the witch said casually.

He knew she was staring at him in a strange way. Averting her gaze, she turned her attention to the woman beside him. ‘What kind are they? They’re both supernatural, but they look so different.’ Terra was beautiful—not surprising since it was said all Supernaturals were outworldly beautiful—but they look quite different. While Alaric had the palest skin and blackest hair she had ever seen, Terra had tan skin and light brown hair pulled into a neat, stylish bun. At the corners of her purplish eyes were small, beautiful purple flower tattoos. And her pointe ear stood out the most, decorated with an intricate piece.