Genie Lamp Tattoo Novels & Stories

The pack gathered for the Lantern Walk, every soul clutching a paper lantern inscribed with a hope or remembrance. Torin began by lighting his lantern, inscribed with the name of a friend lost in the first siege. One by one, lanterns glowed to life. Ezra’s bore the single word choice. Alara’s read unity. Damien’s lantern sported a shaky heart drawn by Seren’s youngest apprentice, prompting Damien’s soft chuckle. Lucas proudly displayed an illustrated sword and spoon, earning head shakes all around. Seren’s lantern read healing; Eamon’s knowledge; Cassian’s legacy; and little Elira’s lantern, carried by Ezra, simply bore a handprint pressed in safe dye.

When she finally stepped out, droplets sliding down her thighs, she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror. Her cheeks were still flushed, her lips slightly swollen from biting them too hard. Her eyes were glassy with something unspoken. And when she turned, she saw it again — the mark on her left hip. A tattoo - like crest. Etched into her skin like a brand. It shimmered faintly in the light, elegant yet powerful. A circular sigil framed by olive leaves and ancient runes, with an owl perched atop a spear pointed downward, its wings wrapped protectively around the circle.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.

Lilith pulled her bedsheet away from her and knelt on the bed, waiting on his response. "No because it is invisible". He lied, it wasn't invisible at all but he only refused to show her because it wasn't a pretty sight for her age. They all were born with this chip and it was like a carved tattoo of their world symbol, a phoenix blazing light around it. And he wasn't sure how she would react on seeing a tattoo of that sort on a person's neck, considering how young she was. "Oh ok". Lilith sat back down in disappointment. She had really wanted to see what his chip looked like. "But that's the only difference you have with me right?"

Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V. Danica placed her clothes on the footstool at the end of the bed and raised her hand to touch his arm, glancing at Lorenzo for permission. *********** *LORENZO* I held my breath as she traced the outline of my tattoo, her finger skirting across my skin, her light touch echoing through my body, toward my groin, and I suppressed a groan. “Did it hurt?” I grimaced. “I could endure the pain. Are you interested in getting one?”

AJ was one of my first partners in crime, back when we were teens. "Uptown. Glad to be back, no lie," I roll my sleeves up to my elbow and unbutton my shirt to mid chest, making sure that all of my ink is on display. In this world, these tattoos are an important part of our identity. Each tat has a meaning. The vines are for my crew, each thorn a successful mission. One little rosebud for Livy, when I took her into my home. A large cross across my chest for my parents, a bleeding heart for my sister Jane.

Her eyes were red and puffy as she covered her face. "Raine, don't do anything stupid." Charlie reached for her, and as she moved, a tattoo peeked out from her collar—a sleek arrow with a bold C inked into it. Something clicked. Charlie had a similar tattoo on his chest, a Cupid-like design. When I asked about it, he brushed it off. Just for fun, he'd said. He always swore Raine was like a sister.

Below it, I wore faded denim shorts that showed off my long, dusky skinned legs paired with a fashionable pair of black heeled boots that went just above the ankle. So the spreading, navy blue tattoo was clearly visible for the world to see and it formed a tribal tattoo exactly identical to the one Chester had on his chest !! “That’s the mark of my father’s clan,” he revealed. “It is said that only true lovers are able to get exactly identical tattoos which is the rarest of rare case, believe me, specially if the lover is not from the same clan,” he elucidated. “This mark will always protect you and give you my part of the courage and energy if you ever need it when I am not with you. It is

“No not Truth. I need to see Gent.” Gent looked up as I pushed my way into the tattoo parlour. His chiselled face broke into a wide smile as he heaved himself out of the chair by the window. “Well if it isn’t my favourite girl in the world.” He stopped a foot in front of me. Eyes sweeping down my body from the tip of her head to my shoes. “And Gemma is here as well.” “Asshole.” Gemma flung herself into the chair he had vacated.

5ft gentleman with short hair and a gold ring on his middle finger with his initials on under that ring is his twenty-seven number tattoo. He wears sunglasses and a black suit and climbs out of the SUV. “Hey, Joshua and Tiffany,” he says, climbing out of the vehicle; “great to see you. Where is your mother?” “Hey, dad,” says Tiffany as she hugs her dad. He then glances over at the group of Americans. Who is surprised to see Lucifer in person? The world's most feared man? ”Joshua, are they giving you a hard time?”