Feyre Bargain Tattoo Novels & Stories

​Chapter 31 ​VAREEN ​I couldn't stop myself. I walked over to Jaydee, and although I saw the surprise on both of their faces, I ignored it. ​"Jaydee!" I called out to him just before he could step onto the stairs. ​"Yesss??" he asked with a smile. ​"T-the tattoo on your right leg..." ​"What about his tattoo?" I heard Jayce ask. ​"It means... Dark Nefarious, right?" I asked.

I hadn't even gotten to 500 when I heard him chuckle. "Okay, you can open your eyes now," he said gently. "It’s done." I slowly did, my eyes still a little foggy from the mix of desire and nervousness. I looked at my thigh, and my breath caught in my throat. The tattoo was beautiful. A delicate phoenix feather with a rose. It was even more stunning than the picture he showed me. I loved it. He moved closer to me and helped me sit up. He touched my thigh again, a finger tracing the swollen area, and my heart spiked.

The cut-off sleeves exposed her shoulders, framing her delicate, heart-shaped face and emphasizing the striking beauty of her features. Haven's makeup, though still dark, had been transformed into a masterpiece of elegance and sophistication. The shimmery hues danced across her skin, lending an air of mystique to her already enigmatic presence. But it was the tattoos on her forearms that truly caught my attention. The intricate patterns depicted the four elements. Earth, Air, Fire, and Water, in perfect harmony, as if the very essence of nature had been distilled into these delicate, swirling designs. The elements were intertwined in vines, a symbol of the balance and unity that the Forsaken

The skin around the new tattoo was red like he had actually sat in a tattoo chair for hours getting it done. “What is it?” He was starting to sound more excited than in pain. “Holy crap. It’s a black dragon with huge wings on your spine in between your shoulder blades.” Ajax answered him looking a bit jealous. “And the four elements around it. Water, Earth, Fire, and Wind.” Wilder sounded amazed as he got a closer look. “It seems my granddaughter isn’t just a regular Fae. She has all the elements.” “Awesome. Now can someone tell me what mine is?” I was exhausted and it was barely afternoon.

I gasped when the mark appeared as a tattoo not dots from my fangs. “Damon, the mark, it’s a phoenix.” “It is a representation of your spirit. Not all fae have one.” “Do I have the same on my neck?” “Yes.” I almost fell from him, in my rush to the mirror. There was a dragon.

He suddenly didn’t know what was worse—his dilemma or the fact that he was pushing Raeya away. Ryder was known for two things—his strength as the Roar and his ten-year long contract with Raeya. In Khenealm, you were defined by the marks tattooed on your body. One is your affiliation, a mark that has the symbol for the company that you work for. Another is your sigil partner’s emblem, something that will be embedded on your skin for life until the contract is done. It is where your personal emblem, a representation of your life will be on the palm of your partner.

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.

Still, the admiration in his voice, that respect, was totally unexpected and caught her off guard. “Take my blood. You are very pale. I can feel your hunger beating at me.” She was so used to being hungry she barely noticed anymore if she’d gone weeks without blood. He pressed the back of her head very gently, urging her face toward his bare chest. She transferred her gaze there. He had a thick chest, with heavy, defined muscles. He wore ancient ink, the kind etched into his skin. It was difficult to tattoo an ancient. Ink didn’t stay. They rarely scarred. Fero had ink pressed into scarring on his chest, arms, shoulders and, she was certain, his back.

"Tsk, tsk. How pitiful." She crouched down, her hand caressing my blood-caked face. "You know," she whispered, her voice as sweet as honey, "while Fenris was making love to me upstairs just now, you know, he was thinking of you the whole time." My heart seized. "He cried out your name when he came," Vanessa giggled in my ear. "Such a pity. The bond is killing him too, but he'll die before he ever acknowledges you as his mate." She stood and rolled up her sleeve. In the moonlight, I saw a silver tattoo on her arm—the sacred sigil of our people, a mark of salvation and strength.

“Unless you choose otherwise.” “And Tate?” Azraeth’s smile turned vicious. “Will wish he’d never been born. I promise you, he will suffer beautifully for what he did.” I took a shaky breath. This was insane. Absolutely insane. But what did I have to lose? “One year,” I said. “And you make him pay.” “Deal.” Oberin’s hand shot out, gripping my wrist. Heat flared where he touched me, and I watched in shock as a mark appeared on my inner forearm—an intricate symbol that looked like a cross between a mark and a brand, glowing faintly crimson before fading to black.