Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

I tilted my head to the entrance, hoping to see the moron walking in, but he was nowhere to be seen. "I love your tattoo." Paolo pointed at my neck tattoo. "Scorpion." "A red scorpion." "Inked by an expert." He cared to add before attending to another VIP customer. I gazed at the guy getting attended and to my bad or good luck, our eyes met. He flashed a smile and I quickly looked away. It took me a few seconds to realize that I kinda saw a familiar face. That's when I shot my gaze back to the lady seated next to the guy, Sofia, the daughter of Lazza.

My eyes gazed over the three of them and stopped at the wrist of one of them, who had a similar tattoo to one I had seen before, of a skull with a V in the middle . My face is drained of colour. They were Sin's men. " Mani, are you okay?, What are you looking at? " I zoned back in and quickly looked at Stephanie, stopping her from looking back. I stuttered out nervously, "n..no, it's nothing." " Are you sure you look kind of pale?" she asked again, accessing my face. I put on a fake smile, hoping she would fall for it. " I'm okay, just tired," I let out, still with a smile on my face.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

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.’

Of course, his death would affect her for days. "Care to take off your shirt and show us your back?" Elder Festus asked. Finlay gave off a tight-lipped smirk and then he stood up, taking his shirt off immediately. And the entourage broke into yet another gasp. Everyone was expecting his back to be bare, including Ophelia, but they got shocked in return. Because on his back, was a scorpion tattooed in red ink. "Unbelievable," Cestus uttered, with eyes as huge as the saucers.

Many of them were just lying down at the back so they would not participate and so we won't notice them when they walk away to their homes and begun their daily activities without a prayer of guidance to Selene which was said while everyone was down in their knees facing the sunrise and in the evenings, we say it facing the sunset. “Done!” Shane said getting up and taking off his shirt showing properly tanned skin layered with his abs and the muscles on his arms were designed with tattoos that meant many things. There was a tattoo of his mate whom he had just gotten a back view of her when he first met her, she was Hispanic so he'd told the tattoo artist to draw a girl's head - the backview

I froze, it was time had stopped, my blood rushed to my ears as all the hair at the back of my hair stood as I looked up at the man in front of me. No! It can't be! "You know me right?" He asked, smirking at my reaction. Of course! How couldn't I know who he was? My stomach twisted in knots as I looked past his face and at the tattoo peeking from the side of his neck. This was the famous tattoo of anyone that belonged to The Blood Moon Pack. A wolf head soaked with blood, it's once white fur stained with the red liquid as a few drops fell from it leaving a pool just underneath it.

"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.