Novel & Cerita Fighting Inner Demons Tattoo

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

Finding his gaze unnerving, she instantly flickered her gaze down. Her cheeks flushed when she realized he wasn’t wearing any shirt. His rugged body resembled a canvas. A number of tattoos spread across his tanned chest. There was a tattoo of a serpent designed on his upper left chest and the other side had roman numbers written on it. Her eyes traveled down his bulging biceps and paused at a tattoo that caused her a tinge of discomfort. Her eyes widened slightly when she noticed the evil symbol, a sigil of Baphomet branded on his bicep. Being a devotee of god, the discovery scandalised her. Why would anyone get that? Not a moment later, she realized it wasn’t the only one, he also had an un

What if he had done something to her while being clouded by his inner demons? Lana had entered the basement, what greeted her was the sight of splattered blood but what made her shout was something she didn't think she would see "Derekkkkkkkkkkkkkkk..................

I think this time I know the answer and I'm well aware about it. Yeah I wanted this. Spending time with her. I took a deep breath, when I stood in front of my large mirror placed at my room. My buttons were undone and then I could observe my tattoos. That black ink suiting my persona indicating the kind of monster I am. All around my chest, abdomen, arms and forearms, reminding me of what I'm. I did it for always reminding the ultimate goal of my life, revenge. And his thought crossed my mind, Dimitri, that fucking bastard.

I'm about to scream when Nico orders his men to gag me. The pain is excruciating, and I feel the tears burning in my eyes, spilling down the sides of my face. After what feels like an eternity, the tattoo artist finishes his work. I relax in the chair, exhausted, just wanting this nightmare to end. When he's done, a bold, beautiful script tattoo reading "Nico Demonio" is sitting across the top of my breast. Nico comes to inspect it, a satisfied smile on his lips. He bites his lower lip, and then orders the gag and restraints to be removed.

Alarich lowers his head in submission "I speak to you not only as your humble servant, but as a friend. If you don't perform your duty, despite you being above the law. Our kingdom will be emboldened and a potential unnecessary rebellion could be on our hands" My mark. To humans it looks like a tattoo all over my left side. It starts from my bite scar, above my left breast. Black vines and flowers trail from it, down my side and wrapping around my leg to my foot. Then it trails up my chest, along the side of my neck, swirling and wrapping down my arm and ending at the tip of my ring finger.

~ TESS ~ I desperately want to fight the beast inside me, but the truth is—I don’t know how. One second I’m still in the tattoo chair, and the next, I’m on my feet, snarling at Killan. My gums tingle as the voice inside me roars inside my skull—loud, terrifying, and foreign. I press the heels of my hands to my temples, hoping to muffle the sound, to anchor myself. But everything around me feels wrong—warped in red-tinted fury.

Even asleep, his arm was wrapped around my waist with a firmness that said *you’re not going anywhere. Then I saw my wrist. Where the silver arrow had pierced me, where the wound should have left a scar, there was something else. A symbol. Small, the size of a coin, as if someone had engraved it with invisible ink that only showed under certain light. Angular lines curving into themselves, forming a pattern I recognized instantly. Dark Tongue. I had a demonic symbol tattooed on my wrist. *“Pretty, isn’t it?”* The inner voice. Soft, purring — like a cat stretching after a long nap.

It’s a small tattoo, but it feels bigger than everything else falling apart around me. It is the only thing keeping me from completely breaking. When I look at it, I don’t see ink. I see the woman who believes in me even when I don’t deserve it. It feels like she’s still here with me somehow. When my body shakes with fear and guilt, I press my thumb against it and breathe. As long as this is on me, I’m not alone. As long as her eyes are etched into my wrist, I have a reason to stand up and fight.