Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novels & Stories

“You are now a third-tier dominant wolf.” Shock coursed through me as I stared at the glowing tattoo on my wrist, watching it transform before my very eyes. Shit.

Jericho smiles warmly, “Coffee would be great. Darling, would you like a cup?” “Yes, please.” Gina grins. It was at this point when I notice something different about her neck. Gina is sporting a fresh mark at the crook of her neck that looks like a scar that has been tattooed over. It’s all black and has kind of a tribal feel. It has imagery depicting a full moon with claw marks on either side circled by a large bite mark that wraps from the front of her shoulder to the back.

The tattoos on both arms made Chloe smile. Yes the one on the outer right arm is an image of a black wolf with pointed teeth. While the other is in the inner left arm, close to the pulse. A square tattoo with ancient writing, I don't know what it means. Chloe doesn't know. Plus two piercings in both ears. One was like a cross earring and also a few on his left and right ear. "Are you satisfied looking at me Honey?" asked Mashii and. It made Chloe stumble.

Kade’s broad shoulders stood tall, his chest pumped up, but it was not as frightening as his robust six foot frame that guarded my doorway like a fence. My heart thrummed rhythmically while I watched the torchlights shed dark shadows across his scared face, that Sun Pack tattoo, a sun split in the middle by a claw, sketched boldly like a caution on the side of his neck. One eye, cloudy and pale, fixed on me like a rooted tree, while the other glows with a bloodthirsty delight.

He has inked me onto his skin. I glance up briefly at Lachlan knowing he is probably the one who tattooed that on his friend. Lachlan seems nervous. My missing Chaos boy’s dark eyes widen noticing us. “You’re a ghost. I’m seeing things,” he says in a dismissive tone. He doesn’t want to believe I’m here and that I’m back for them. He licks his bottom lip and then stands walking over to Lachlan and me. “Lock. Tell me I’m not seeing a phantom of her.”

My gaze drifted unconsciously to his collarbone. There was a new tattoo there. Red, still swollen from being freshly inked, but unmistakable. It was my name. The characters were rendered in the most ancient, wild cursive form of script, like an old, binding sigil. My fingers trembled as I touched it. “When did you… get this?” Henry caught my hand and rubbed it gently against his palm. “Last night, after you fell asleep.” “Did it hurt?” “It was better that it hurt.” His eyes darkened, and a satisfied smile curved his lips.

What in the world? I see a small crowd of angry faces egging them on. Why isn’t anyone stopping this? A girl yells, “Kick the crap out of him, Gaston! Show the royal punk werewolves aren’t to be messed with!” The wind ruffles Sapphire Eyes’s short, glossy brown hair, making it look like he's doing one of those shampoo commercials that make you wish you had better hair. I notice a tattoo on his back: large, black tribal markings that zigzag across his shoulders and go down to the middle of his back in a complicated pattern. When he throws another hard blow, I whistle to get their attention. Andddd it’s ignored. I sigh and make my way toward them.

the unknown boy answered me, and I was shocked to see his face. I was shocked not because he is good looking, I was shocked because he has a tattoo on the side of his eyes near his left eye, it looked so good on him, and I was shock to also see him having lip piercing, dang, Zoe would feel happy to see someone having lip piercing too.

This is most likely symbolized by the two letters C in the center of the tattoo design. "I don't know any of you!" Shane said after quickly looking at the faces of the four. "Is that so? Alright." Jacoben turned to the guy who seemed the youngest of them all. "Let's help her remember." The guy’s corner lips rose. "Sure!" In a few seconds, his skin’s color changed. It became pitch black, like a shadow. His pupils dilated, almost covering the white on his eyes. Then he raised his forehead and looked straight at Shane.

*FREYA* Three others circle around me, growling at me. I try to scream but no sound comes out. Then the air changes. He steps out of the shadows. And everything else fades. To my utter bewilderment, he is —naked. His long dark curls touch the sharp angle of his jawline. His lashes sweep across his high cheekbones as he blinks. A tattoo of a wolf baring it's fangs at the moon sits proudly on his shoulder blade.