Flash Potion Bottle Tattoo Novels & Stories

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

she explained and we nodded as usual before quietly watching her enthusiastic chant to call on the moon goddess. Just like she’d said, we soon began to feel a powerful presence among us moving over the fire and we all got on our knees. “This is going to take a lot out of you, Scarlett. Are you ready?” Hyacinth asked while holding a blue colored potion bottle. “I’m ready,” I answered confidently. “Here, drink this,” she handed me the potion bottle, “you’ll need the strength for what’s to come.” After I downed the potion, I felt a renewing strength overwhelm me and it suddenly seemed like I could take on the entire world.

I spoke softly, but he just brushed it off. “Can I see it?” I asked again. He let out a deep breath before turning. He unbuttoned his shirt and turned, leaving me no option but to struggle to climb the bed. His eyes were in the mirror, fixed on me. I quickly removed the potion without him noticing. The tattoo was darker than before, and his eyes were so dark that even the blindfold couldn’t cover them. I applied it to the eyes as instructed, and that’s when the puzzle solved itself. The snake’s eyes represented Luca’s eyes, while the snake was a representation of Luca’s curse. How could I not have pieced this together before?

However, something about this new tattoo had him coloring up. “What’s this?” Kim teased, dropping the second brownie. “Is that a girl’s name?” Freddy’s cheeks flamed hotter. “No, it’s definitely not that.” “Rosie,” Kim read. “No, that doesn’t sound like a girl’s name at all. What could I have been thinking?” Freddy yanked his sleeves back down. “It’s nothing. I was drunk. I don’t want to talk about it.” Kim’s eyes danced. “But I do! And since when do you get drunk tattoos? I feel as if we’ve entered an alternate universe.”

He turns slightly to toss the shirt aside. That's when I see it. In the centre of his spine sits the mark. Five dark, petal-like shapes arranged in a perfect circle. A stunning rose tattoo blooms around it, the stem trailing down his spine like a vine. The mark looks alive, almost pulsing under the warm light of the room. Something pulls me towards it... like it's calling me. Without thinking, I stand. My bare feet carry me forward until I'm close enough to reach out. My fingertips brush the five-petal mark, and a spark of electricity shoots through me.

“I’m not fluent in ice or wind magic, I would have cooled this off if I were.” I’d have taken it hot, truly, but I think the burn marks would be more noticeable than the tattoo itself. She had mixed a few unknown things in her potions and the resulting mix was a purple murky liquid that was more watery than it appeared. It smelt like fresh popcorn and the aroma of sand after rain, the combination actually mingled well together—weirdly. The room was without a doubt hot and though it was a small fire, I was sweating as profusely as I get wet when Irvin’s around… did I just fucking say that?

He thought again, "sinuous, dangerous and supremely sexual." One tattoo in particular was prominent and drew the eye; it was a bright red "slut stamp" very low on her lower back that was repeated low on her belly, just above the pubic mound. It said, in both locations, "Candy Slut to Paulo Zero." The words of the tattoo were in a pre-Columbian language that Barnes would never have a hint of. In addition, like a Bay area poster from the psychedelic era the tat's lettering was very stylized, even if it was in English it would be near impossible to read. Some English word fragments were visible in the edging and lines of the distorted shapes. Incorporated into the tat were sexual images and tri

“Me too. After college, I planned on working with Kent, and then this happened. I’m not regretting any of this, though, but I need to slow down.” “And that’s why we are here, right?” Kindra looked fabulous in her dark red mini-dress. Zarah came with our drinks— Martinis, Cosmos, and tequila shots. “We’re getting drunk, huh.” I dropped some salt onto my hand and grabbed a shot. “Cheers to the girls!” “Cheers!” I licked the salt, drank the shot, and sipped the lime wedge. “Shit. Why is this stronger, Zarah?” “I added a little potion. You’ll feel the effect later.”

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Under the action of the potion, the tattoo slowly begins to dissolve at a rate visible to the naked eye. Ye Wan soaked in hot water, applied a mask on his face, then closed his eyes and rested for a while. By the time we woke up, the water in the bathtub had changed color, and it was dark and muddy. And her body... Without the cover of the tattoo, it was completely revealed.