Feyre Bargain Tattoo Novels & Stories

Aiden, heart clenched with apprehension, stood watch, his unwavering gaze fixed upon her as she writhed within the protective confines of her own magic. In the ethereal dance of light and shadow, Freya's essence pulsated with an otherworldly intensity. From the depths of her being, a tattoo materialized—a fragment of a greater whole, its shape like a slice of pizza, etched in arcane symbols beyond mortal comprehension, beyond Aiden’s comprehension. The tattoo started from her left shoulder(the pointed part of the slice) and cascading down her back. It glimmered and shone stark blue in the dimly lit room.

Gerald grunted before stepping out of the tent. I pulled myself off the recliner and glanced around the tent. Situated in the corner was an old antique mirror, the kind that could turn and flip. I supposed some things didn’t change. I approached the mirror with my hands firmly clasped over my chest and turned. My jaw dropped to the floor as I took in the image on my back. I had thought the tattoo would be small, or at least small enough to be unassuming. I had expected a tattoo that sat just below my shoulder, but this had exceeded all of my expectations. Across my entire back, from shoulder to hips, was the flaming image of a phoenix.

Gazing down at Tess I ran my fingers through her fur and used my thumb to wipe away the dampness underneath her eyes. “You will tell me what he did,” I asserted and she closed her eyes and turned away from my stern eyes. I noticed that parts of her normal pale skin were starting to show and removed my shirt for her to wear. As Tess dressed Gideon said, “Impressive rune tattoo. It means energy.” I side-eyed him and explained that Lucifer put it on me to collect the life forces I took from humans and he grinned slightly. “Unique way to form a bond,” he commented, and I shrugged.

My face turned pale. I heard laughter coming from outside the door. A few young werewolves who were close to Silas walked into the room with mocking tones. "Silas, isn't it enough that you've marked Freya for seven years? Now, you're using Binding Tattoos to make a vow? How deep are your feelings for her?" One of them laughed as he said, "Does the tattoo hurt? If it really works, I'll need to get Greta to do one for my wife…"

And because this was Maya, Reid did as he was told. He was a tall muscular frame that over shadowed her in an instant. The top of her head fit snuggly under his chin. Her eyesight only seeing broad shoulders and a perfectly sculptured chest. On the right side of his chest a tattoo sat: Fall, Rise and Conquer. "I never noticed this before." she mumbled, tracing her fingers over the words. She looked and saw another tattoo close to where he had gotten shot - a rose whose petals fell and disintegrated into a flock of swallows. The more Maya looked the more tattoos she found on his body. She was up to twelve when she spoke again “You have so many and I never noticed them.” Touching and tracing

Finally he took a deep breath. “If I asked the singer out, would she say yes?” Camilla barked out a laugh. “Honestly, I’d like to see you try for the hell of it, but no. It would not end well for you.” “Are you sure? I can be pretty charming.” “Oh my dear boy, there are so many reasons. One…” She turned and pointed to her. “Those tattoos on her back, those aren’t just any tattoos. Those are seals. They help seal away the fey power. Normally, a fey wouldn’t even need those and your more power fey might have something akin to a tramp stamp. Her tattoo goes from her neck down below her pant line. That is nearly unheard of unless you are royalty. On top of that, she’s a lot older than she looks.

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

That was according to my mate at least, so it would be wise to trust her. Hopefully, she liked the way it looked on me. It covered up most of my tattoos except the flames that ran up the sides of my neck. Those had been my sexy mate’s suggestion. And, oh, she definitely fucking loved how they looked because she was the one that designed them. They were not your typical flames because they were created from fractal art. ‘What do you think?’ I asked Byron. ‘You’ll be lucky if our Little Fae can keep her hands off you. Wouldn’t be surprised if she gets handsy in the Limo.’

The ancient magic they had awakened was restless, unpredictable, and it demanded a price. Elara’s gaze flickered to the glowing tattoo on her wrist—the mark that had bound her to this destiny since childhood. It pulsed faintly, a steady rhythm that matched her heartbeat. “This mark… it’s more than a symbol. It’s a reminder of the legacy we inherit and the sacrifice it demands.” Kael traced the tattoo gently with his thumb. “And we’ll write the ending. Together.” For a long moment, they simply stood there—two souls entwined by a vow that was both a promise and a challenge. Outside, the storm finally broke, rain cascading against the windows like a symphony of fate.

Somehow, the thorn in his throat was alleviated. "Here, right?" the tattoo artist asked Beckett before touching his neck with their index finger. "Yeah," Beckett nodded. The tattoo artist began to ink Beckett's neck. It symbolized their membership in Foedus. Like that tattoo, their commitment to the Foedus Corporation should be the same. Forever... Or life in exchange. "All those I tattooed earlier have stories behind why they wanted their tattoos in those specific places," the tattoo artist commented while busy with their work. "How about yours?"