Genie Lamp Tattoo Novels & Stories

I could still feel their eyes on me as we moved across the floor to the stairs. "They all have the same tattoo" Dante mind-linked me. I had failed to notice many details on our tour, focusing too much on a certain Alpha. Luckily Dante was doing his job "a Cresent Moon with a star" he continued in the link. I looked around and sure enough, I saw a lot of tattoos like Dante described, the design seemed familiar but I couldn't place it. "It was the symbol carved into the fountain." He linked again. Thank the goddess Dante had his act together.

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

I was still catching my breath when I heard a loud rumble of an engine cutting through the silence. A motorbike slowed before me, the headlights flashed into my eyes. I had to turn my face so I wouldn't go blind. The rider killed the engine. I turned to take a proper look at him. He slipped out of the bike, his helmet under one arm. I couldn't see his face, he was standing under the shadows. He moved closer. His arms slowly came into view. Tattoos? I recognized them. And when I finally saw his face, I wanted to punch a rock. I gulped hard.

"...With so many people missing from there, didn't anything happen?" A sweet young girl floated in the tank, as quiet as if she were in a deep sleep. Her long hair covered her body, and her slender limbs were tender and fragile. On her butterfly-like shoulder blade was tattooed the black mark of the Light of the Gods, along with a cold number. NO. 226

he thundered. I ripped my sleeve, exposing my upper arm, where my paired mark, vines of infinity, rested like a banded tattoo. It’s a genetic magic attachment. Any creature looking at the weaved vines of infinity knows who that mate belongs to if they have met the person before. The arsehole squinted, and then a sly grin crept over his wolfish lips. I was confused at his reaction. I then realised he wouldn’t be able to see my fated mark because my mate is… gone.

Gigi raised her left leg to show Liz her tiny tattoo. "Why on Earth would you get a helmet tattoo?" Liz found it amazing still and looking at Gigi's legs was always a good thing for her, it was a win-win situation. "I don't know, I love helmets! They are high fashion! And also I got this one here behind my ear." Gigi uncomfortably showed Liz her neck. Tattooed on her skin forever Gigi had the Los Angeles acronym. "LA? What?" "As I said, I was drunk and I love LA so much! I'm surprised you never saw it, this one's really visible."

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word

His dark, slightly too long hair and aquamarine eyes against tan skin and a muscled body were like a digital painting. Each of his wrists was tattooed in black tribal cuffs. To the general population the tattoos didn't say much, except maybe he'd gone through a rebellious phase. But to those who understood the supernatural world, the marks declared Laeddin was a genie. Laeddin didn't wear the normal attire for a genie. He had on a faded pair of jeans and red tee shirt, the kind that cost six hundred bucks a piece. Behind him was his white Mercedes convertible. The top was still down due to the unseasonably warm weather we were having.

"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).