Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Yeah, have it?" Skoteinó chuckled and removed his white smiley mask that revealed the tattoos on his face. The tattoo that attracts Raverine the most is the official insignia of Die Dark — a smiling skull with a bloody fang. The tattoos were all over his dark-toned face. He also had piercings on his nose and lip — a typical look of an outlaw.

''So let's start. ''Yeah, let's.......'' We spoke the whole of the afternoon mainly about unnecessary things like between white shelled eggs and brown shelled eggs which produce the cutest chicks. By evening, we were done and he made his way out. As he attempted to grab his jacket off the stand rack I noticed a tattoo stapled at the back of his neck. It looked like a face but half of its face was that of a human with long fangs and the other part morphed into a deadly looking wolf.

The yes we did some intense make out session and I will smirk kind of look. "You got a tattoo."I gaped, my eyes in his muscular biceps that now have inked with a tattoo. It was a wolf; a dangerous looking one. The ears that looked alert, eyes that look so dark and dangerous. Its two sharp teeth coming out from its snarling mouth. The artist put quite a work on the wolf neck. The dripping water coming out from his mouth can be seen clearly because of how good that artist did it. "Yeah."I looked at Chase who is watching sideways at his arm before looking at me.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

He links as he pouts at me I can tell a smile is trying to replace his pout. I laugh as the group looks between us, Ajax just smirks at me and looks away. I love my marks, but I will have to cover them when I go to my granparents they look like I have a little tattoo at the base of my neck on each side one a star and one a moon both with a wolf howling at it, they're each around two inches In size amd very detailed so they're definitely noticeable. They're perfect.

I asked her after our laughter died down and she sighed too. "I feel it too, Lola. It might just be us getting used to being reborn. I'm sure it's nothing", she assured and I nodded in agreement before I continued my routine. I stood in front of the mirror after bathing and the wolf howling to the moon tattooed on my chest stood out. It had become the colour of Jasmine's fur. When I looked closely, it looked exactly like Jasmine howling to a Crescent moon. It seemed to glow and I looked at it in amazement for a while before I left the bathroom.

My short skirt clings to my ass perfectly, showing off my long legs, and my top stretches over my boobs. My make-up is flawless, as always, but when I see my blue eyes glowing, I freeze. Why the hell is my beast close to the surface now? It can't be just because I'm annoyed? I have more control than that… I'm sure I do. I shake my head and focus on my new tattoo. Honestly, it hurt like hell. The artist had to use a silver needle and ink mixed with wolfsbane to stop it from healing, but it was definitely worth it.

His hand slid lower, over the curve of my ass, where on one side of my ass cheeks his name, ‘JOSH’, was tattooed in dark, bold letters, and on the other, ‘WEST. Josh let out a low, disbelieving sound that was half a laugh and half a groan. His hand tightened on my right ass, gripping hard before pulling back. Then his palm landed with a stinging smack against my right ass cheek, making me gasp, breathless. “You’re out of your mind,” Josh muttered, but he didn’t move his hand away. He leaned closer, his eyes now fixed on my back. That’s when he saw it, my bold, detailed tattoo of his face, staring up at him from the curve of my spine.

Turning off the faucet, I step out of the shower and wrap a towel around my waist. Taking a deep breath, I gaze at my reflection in the mirror and run a hand across my jaw. The light of the bathroom casts shadows over my shoulders as if spotlighting my tattoos. Like some Confradia Assassins, I have a tattoo that represents my status in the organization. Mine is a human male’s face hidden in the shadows, half of the face is complete with the crimson light of vengeance in one eye and the other half is the skeletal face of the male with an empty eye socket.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.