Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Nobody trusts anyone until you shove proof into their face. I sighed and lifted the hem of my shirt, revealing the black dragon tattoo inked deep into my skin—the symbol of The Ghost. The mark that made nations tremble. The emblem that ensured every enemy took their final breath in fear. The man’s eyes widened in shock. The room gasped collectively. “I—I’m s-sorry,” he stuttered. I smiled sweetly, stepped closer, and before he could blink— CRACK. His neck snapped between my fingers like it was made of thin wood.

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

No way! This voice. I looked towards his eye and found a scar on it. It's...Sebastian. They never show their face to anyone other than their gang members. They are planning to kill me. Animals. "I don't know where he is," I said and he raised his brows at me. He was looking less scary without that mask but still so scary. I noticed a dragon tattoo on his neck which is most of the time hidden because of the mask. "Huh? You don't know where your husband is?" He asked and I clenched my jaw in anger. "He is not my husband," I said and he nodded with amusement.

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.

The thing that made her different from the rest of the Sisters of Selene though, is not that a hood didn’t cover half of her face. No, what truly set her apart from the rest was the tattoo that was on her face. It was a bunch of lines, so dark that you could almost never tell what other features was left on her face. There were only a few empty spaces, just enough so I could tell that she had tanned skin. Oddly enough, as close as she got to me, and once she was seated on the egg chair, I could easily tell what the shapes the lines on her face were trying to form. By her chin was lines that looked like rays of the sun, pointing downwards. By her cheeks, squiggly lines that looked like whiske