Flash Ghostface Tattoo Novels & Stories

His tattoos, as far as the eyes could see, including some on his neck and chin, each told a story, were well done, hyper-realistic, and vibrant in color. "Hello, fefe," she greeted him with a shy smile. "Silas said he wanted to talk to me." "Sit down, kitten," he signaled to the chair in front of him. The glass table that separated them had the glass overlaid on top of thick wood, and there were several euro and dollar bills between the wood and the glass. He looked at an expensive cell phone and smiled. His very white teeth stood out against the colors of his tattoos, and his fangs were like those of vampires, thin and long, which maybe made his smile cruel. Jânio put the cellphone on the t

Rowan glanced at her and noticed her gaze fixed on the small, thin tattoo on her ankle. Nora wore a pair of knee-length wide-leg shorts and low-cut white sneakers, revealing the slender tattoo on her ankle. From a distance, it was difficult to discern what it represented, but upon closer inspection, it was a delicate "f". It was mainly to represent the word ‘forget’. Rowan had suggested she get the tattoo. Perhaps artists and designers tended to have a more unconventional and distinctive taste. Otherwise, given her personality, she would never have considered getting a tattoo.

The glass windows ripple like water. "Now look," she says, showing the shapes moving on her arms. The glowing structure behind them is identical to this new mythical looking diner. "This tattoo was a dream. Just abstract shapes that I remembered. I thought they were fragments of memories. Now, I don't t think that's it at all. Or not all of it. Look here." She pointed at where a glowing orb pulsed beneath her skin. "That's the Wolf Moon. Vuko is also looking now, frowning at the wisps of light and shade moving like shadow play beneath her skin. The original static shapes of the tatoos she had have gone. This, this is magic. And it's alive.

A smile blossomed on her face, and that very moment, he saw her surrounded by a golden and reddish glow. In between her forehead, a small red lotus mark appeared and it looked holy. The tattoo on his arm felt itchy for a moment before calming down as if accepting the baptism of that forehead mark. Once the glow vanished, the mark vanished as well as if I wasn’t there. Then something happened that he wasn’t expecting. ‘I was wondering when you were going to arrive. Since you are here, how about we have a talk. This lady has so much to do!’ Inside his head, that familiar voice seemed to be talking, but how?

Spiked through the heart like a goddamn vampire kill. I stilled. “And there’s a name carved into his chest.” He handed me a photo on his phone. Scarface. Written with knives. Sloppy. Angry. And under it—a lipstick kiss, smeared across the shirt like a threat. My cocky smile came easy. “Well, well,” I muttered. “Looks like our ghost finally has a face.” “Sir?” “Cherie Noir,” I said, low. “That woman’s got fire.” I laughed—dark and deep.

His husky voice seemed like a promising warning to her and she fluttered her eyes open. His dark eyes and devilish side smirk didn't seem sincere to her at all. But from the close she dared to see his face clearly, that dark spot was actually a tattoo which was a black snake. Half of it was drawn on his temple area and the other half started from the under corner of his left eye, running across his left cheek, sinking to his ear. She could tell that under that tattoo was the deep scar which was perfectly hidden by the art. He looked scary with that thing, like a demon. Cruel Damon.

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