Flash Potion Bottle Tattoo Novels & Stories

Ophelia “Well, this party went from fun to lame. Who let you in?” “It’s a beach.” I said flatly. The bartender slid a drink Kimberly’s way. It was a bright shade of violet, shimmering with flecks of swirling silver. As I looked closer, I noticed streaks of lightning within the liquid. They crackled against the rim of the glass, lighting up her drink from within. She smiled coyly at the guy. The snake tattoo slithering up his cheek rippled as he smiled back.

A Celtic knot design graced his arm, its elaborate twists and turns captivating her attention like a labyrinth of ancient lore. What caught Astrid's eye even more was how the Celtic knot seamlessly merged into a delicate rose tattoo on the dorsum of Phoenix's hand. The lines of the Celtic knot work elegantly intertwined with the petals of the rose, creating a harmonious fusion of two distinct symbols. Phoenix, catching Astrid's admiring gaze on his body, turned around with a beam playing on his lips. "Ah, you've noticed Inferno, my Dragon" he states, his voice carrying a note of pride. "He's quite the spectacle, isn't he? And believe me, he's even more impressive in person than ink."

And because this was Maya, Reid did as he was told. He was a tall muscular frame that over shadowed her in an instant. The top of her head fit snuggly under his chin. Her eyesight only seeing broad shoulders and a perfectly sculptured chest. On the right side of his chest a tattoo sat: Fall, Rise and Conquer. "I never noticed this before." she mumbled, tracing her fingers over the words. She looked and saw another tattoo close to where he had gotten shot - a rose whose petals fell and disintegrated into a flock of swallows. The more Maya looked the more tattoos she found on his body. She was up to twelve when she spoke again “You have so many and I never noticed them.” Touching and tracing

Zoey “What’s this about?” Bri asked, sitting back in her chair. She wore Wyatt’s shirt open with only a thin low-cut bralette beneath. The new tattoo she’d had Issac drill into her skin was simple and elegant as it rested on her sternum just below her breasts. Up the center of her chest, the water lily bloom birthed a crescent moon, a series of lines and dots indicating its glow in a circle around it, and above that a dainty fleur de lis. It paired with the twin Hyacinth Bean vines that now wrapped around her biceps and snaked down her arms and around each ring finger all in elegant black and grey. She and Issac had this thing about being in each other's company in companionable silence. The

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

"A new tattoo? I'm in." Noah was more solemn. "It is a vow. Not just of love, but of rule. A promise etched in skin." Elias was there, to guide the magic. Using a blend of Dawnfire silver and pack-gold pigment, he worked on each of us. The old mate mark, the single sun, did not vanish. It became the center of something new. On my chest, the sun was now embraced by a crescent moon (for Neal's spirit) and was rooted by a winding, flowering vine (for my growth and lineage).

they exclaimed in unison, their voices filled with warmth and affection. I couldn't help but smile at their enthusiasm, grateful for their unwavering support. We gathered around the counter, raising the bottle of champagne in a silent toast. Despite the challenges ahead, I knew that with Krystal and Leah by my side, we could overcome anything. As we clinked glasses and took a sip of the bubbly liquid, a sense of optimism filled the air. In my tattoo shop, I was more than just a pawn in Alpha Alexander's game—I was the master of my fate, and nothing could stand in my way.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th

Just a small anticipating smile on his pretty face. Min-a pushed a strand of hair out of his face as he watched Seung-ho remove the wine bottle wrap and pop out the cork, then placed it gently on the table. He noticed that Seung-ho had taken off his blazer, revealing the armless net shirt he wore inside. Min-a began to analyze the tattoos on Seung-ho’s body. His chest had a huge animated sun right in the center. He also had a phrase written in Korean vertically on the side of his neck. “Asian glitter”

"Hey Asshat. I almost didn't recognize you without your throngs of screaming fans. Why did you follow me? Is there something you need? You know following girls around in the dark is creepy right?" I take a sip of my fruity concoction and scrunch my nose up at the bitterness. What did Tess put in here? I should've stuck with the coconut rum. He smirks and pulls a bottle out of his jacket pocket, offering it to me. I take it from him, careful not to touch his hands. Then take the top off before putting it to my lips and taking a small drink. I go to hand it back to him and he puts his hand around mine holding it in place. I freeze staring into those hazel eyes while sparks are dancing up my ha