Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novels & Stories

He responds as he looks at me. I glance towards the end of the bar and nod towards the woman sitting there. Trevor looked at me and nodded then cleared his throat. The young woman at the end didn't move a single muscle. Her long black wavy hair hung over one side of her shoulder covering her face but revealing a small piece of tattoo on her shoulder blade. I glance in the giant mirror on the wall behind the counter. The tops of two very detailed wings covered her shoulders and disappeared under the back of her dress. There was a small tattoo on the back of her neck that I recognized well. It's a symbol we all get when we come of age as wolves. It's like a badge of honor.

But on contrary, I scream as hard as I can towards his face yet, even so, his smug face never fades," IN. YOUR. DREAMS FUCKER !" He sigh and said, "Ohh Lily... dear sweet Lily...Dreams can come true you know. How bout this, let me give you a tint of hint hmm? remember the black mask man? Remember seeing a tattoo on his neck? Yes. As exactly as you see, a blazing sun tattoo. Here on my neck." I was shocked. I felt like time stops and the only thing I can hear is my heart beating and a ringing voice. I felt like the world crumble before me as I don't realize that a tear had betrayed me.

I was shocked how much the small tattoo affected me, the beautiful white rose a reminder of all things pure and decent contrasted by the red banner crossing the stem bearing the words 'bad girl. "Gage. What's wrong?" Scarlet moved into a sitting position. She smiled at the technician as she glanced over her shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse. "Thank you." "The redness will go away in a day or two," the technician said as he pointed toward a mirror in the corner. "Hand mirror over there if you'd like to see. Looks nice on you." I couldn't take my eyes off the fresh ink, the mark located just below her hip. "We need to get back. Nothing's wrong."

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

the girl hurried to offer her a hand, “Come on. Let me help you.” The girl’s gaze fixed on Chloe’s forehead. The look on her face changed abruptly. “M—Miss Chloe, what is that on your face?” she asked reluctantly. Aurora followed the girl’s gaze. She almost burst into laughter. The concealer that Chloe wore every day to cover her tattoo was worn out in the water. The tattoo was now clear as day—SLAVE. “Why do you have the word ‘slave’ tattooed to your forehead?” the girls demanded, “I thought you were a lady back in Silver Blade Pack.”

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 black, grey and blue ink, beautiful, intricate patterns of floral and wing designs mar my skin, but at its centre, Zefiro name sits majestically in stunning calligraphy. The bastard tattooed his name into my skin.

She has a blonde buzzcut and at the nape of her neck was a tattoo that looked like a hybrid between a dragon and a wolf. "Like the tat?", she asked. She caught me staring; how embarrassing. I nod shyly as I wonder if she has a 3rd eye at the back of her head. "She should have one by now", the middle-aged man tells the rest." But-", he shifts his focus to me."This isn't just any ordinary tattoo".The look on my face must've been funny because he chuckles. He stands and moves closer to me."Where are my manners?".He brings out a hand."Call me Mike".I shake his large hand. They're rough and have about 2 or 3 hard calluses, They remind me of tree bark.

the guy from the back said. I felt relieved, it actually worked, they agreed to let me go, thank goodness, are they for real?A Lot of questions stormed my mind as I walked slowly out of the midst, while looking at their faces. They had tattoos on their necks, it looked like a Scorpion. I was about to run,when I felt a slap on my face, sending it to the floor. It was like I was slapped with an iron fist. I could taste blood in my mouth.

With the help of the river and the moon’s light, she could finally see the same face she had seen in her memory. Two eyes with the moon’s symbol containing them. Both of her cheeks had a short leaf-like pattern. She looked closely at it and confirmed that they were really likely to be alive as it slowly moved like an unexperienced snake. They were in a horizontal pattern, seeming to want to reach out to the end of the other tattoo-like pattern on the other cheeks. They were black, like the shadows. One could easily mistake it for a tattoo if not for their unusual movements that suggest the two tattoos were alive.