Feyre Bargain Tattoo Novels & Stories

Like the weird kind of staring that makes you feel like you have something on your face or something in your teeth. “What are you all staring at?” I query. Rian snaps out of whatever fucking trance he’s in and is by my side looking at me weird too. "Baby, when did you get a tattoo on your arm?" Huh? I look down to see what looks like a tattoo on my right forearm of what looks like a sword covered in vines. It's beautiful and intricately done. "Huh, well it looks like this is the blessing from the Goddesses," I murmur.

Jaela gasped. “What is it?” I panicked grabbing her shoulders. “Calm down son, show him your birthmark little one. I’m sure with his mind only on your romp in the sheets he never noticed it.” Jae rolled down the waist band of her yoga pants. There was an intricate tattoo of a lock surrounded by vines. “Your mate mark is that of vines without the lock” Tayen observed my neck. “Seeing as though you haven’t marked her, yet your mark is still incomplete.”

"Good." As soon as he spoke, I felt a burning sensation on my wrist. I looked down to see a mark appearing on my skin—a triangle with a three-eyed crow at its centre, shimmering in gold. It glowed for a moment before fading slightly, leaving the mark etched into my skin like a brand. "The mark of the Fates," Kaius said, his voice low and dangerous. "It will remain until our bargain is fulfilled. When it disappears, you'll know our deal is complete."

- - - - - A small red-feathered bird and a foot-size blind wolf pup—Diana did not know whether she wanted to laugh or cry. The contract ritual was a success. The golden-colored lightning bolt tattoo behind her right ear was a clear indication that it was indeed successful. Like what happened to the flame tattoo on her forehead, Diana's newly acquired symbolic tattoo was absorbed in her skin, leaving no dent in its wake as if it was never there in the first place. With the Behemoth finally asleep in her arms, the storm finally calmed down. Aside from the mess in the dungeon and the west wood, there were no more signs that an intense battle had just taken place in the sky.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.

[Carys] I signed the sale agreement and slid the file across the table to Joshua. He checked the documents. “Perfect,” he said. His gaze dropped to my cleavage. I cleared my throat. He looked into my eyes. The notification lit up on my phone screen. “Money received. Thanks,” I said and got up from the chair. “That scar on your chest… how did you get it?” Joshua asked. “Got it tattooed by the most famous tattoo artist in Xafran,” I said.

If we were flying like that, it wouldn’t really matter. As I threw on a cute little dress that accentuated my girls, my Feisty tattoo caught my eye in the mirror. I held out my arm and ran my fingers over it. ~Sixteen Years Ago~ “I don’t know, are you really getting tattoos from someone out of their house? Is that even sanitary,” I snapped, smacking Corey’s chest. “It’s the guy though. Like he owns the Inked Rebel shop … he just is doing this for us as a favor. He’s a fan. He knows we’re all still mostly underage,” Jude said, trying to smooth it over.

I looked at Sienna's face, twisted with greed, and almost laughed. Expose my crimes? Make me unable to survive? Ignorance truly is bliss. That was the only reason she dared to say such things to the Alpha King's daughter. I had planned to leave this disgusting place immediately and let them rot without my protection. But just as I was about to tell her to get lost, my gaze locked onto her collarbone. There was a fresh tattoo. Black ink traced the Iron Moon pack's crest on her pale skin, with Caleb's personal mark inked right in the center.

another voice says. “One! One swallow is more than enough. Unless you’re prepared to give more than just your silence.” There’s an edge to Bridget’s voice that makes me force my eyes open to make sure that she’s ok. But when I look, she’s standing her ground against another female fae. The other fae stares at her for a few seconds before nodding her head. “The bargain is struck.” Bridget nods as well, before using a ring she is wearing to cut into her arm. Blood immediately wells and she holds her arm out to the other fae. “Drink.”