Handmaid's Tale Tattoo Novels & Stories

Always naked now. They found her in the hallway, still sleepy-eyed. Reid stepped forward first, temporary tattoo pen in hand—black ink, fine tip. He knelt, pressed her back against the wall, and lifted one of her thighs over his shoulder. The pen moved in elegant, looping script just above her mound: Ours. The letters were small, precise, curling like calligraphy. When he finished he blew softly across the ink to set it, then pressed a kiss to the center of the word.

I asked her and she pointed at her shoulder. “There is a tattoo that is always given to people working under the alpha in the pack and it is imprinted on their shoulders. The soldiers all have it, all the workers have it too except for the maids and slaves” she explained in detail and I squeezed her hand gently to let her know that I had the whole situation under control and she didn't have to be scared then I smiled at her briefly before I stood up to my feet and turned to leave the office but then Damon held me back and I turned to look at him.

“Yannick saw the kids born from those women as assets. The boys would go on to become his boeviki, and the girls … Well, we had other uses.” We? Did she just say we? My eyes widen as I hold my breath. She straightens up, advancing on me with purpose. I start to stand, but she’s faster. She kneels in front of me, ripping open her jacket and shirt to expose the skin on her right shoulder. Pressed into it is a tattoo of a fox sitting on its haunches. Its black body is surrounded by thick, detailed chains. One look, and I can tell that the tattoo has been there for a long time.

Luminous and ethereal in the moonlight. To hide the truth from her, Anna had a tattoo of crown done near her mark, Alexie, and Sofia on their wrists, and Rie on her chest where the heart was. They told her it was a symbol of their sisterhood. Which was partially true. They had sworn to smack Xavier on the head as payment for their sacrifice under the needle. "Well, maybe he is your prince charming, Mish?" She grinned at her to cheer her up, trying to lighten the mood. "He seemed familiar. Like I have seen him before." Her frown marred her delicate beauty.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

But again Hayley said, “although there is a chance, but I think that there is an even bigger chance that she might not know nothing after all, my powers are recognized through this tattoo, and this tattoo appeared today.” Jayden grabbed Hayley’s wrist and looked at the symbol carefully before he said, “it’s not a tattoo love, it’s a symbol given to you by nature, do not insult it by calling it a tattoo, which an artificial thing.” Hayley blinked, “yeah, you are right, my bad. Anyways you should go to sleep now, you are still injured.” “My injuries are ninety percent healed.” Jayden spoke. Hayley smiled when she heard that and said, “then that’s good um… do you want more of my blood? Maybe it

Xavier cursed. "Just like us, they shared the same symbol to their family. Their emblem is a certain wildflower, Achillea millefolium, or Yarrow. The tattoos are printed against the skin on their nape. It's too small to be even noticed," Zeus explained. Xavier's brows furrowed as he looked closely into the picture. "A month ago in L.A when I was on my honeymoon, I received this strange message," he admitted. "What did it say?"

Tessa says, honestly, that she feels like her crazy pregnancy hormones are making her look like a bitch right now. "My childhood friend has changed," Hardin whispers in a small but still audible whisper to Tessa. "What do you mean?" Tessa knits her eyebrows together as she's confused by Hardin's words. Hardin pulls up the sleeve of his shirt and reveals the scar that Tessa once discussed. Not only that, Hardin also takes off his shirt, revealing the tribal tattoo that runs down his muscles to his shoulder. Right where the whipping scar was visible before, only because Hardin hated it, he tattooed the spot.

D*mn, that word made my d*ck twitch. "Really, huh?! Do you want me to serve you right now?!" She nodded while batting her eyelashes. "Okay, whatever my queen wants!" Her giggles were music to my ears. We kissed, we hugged, and we made love under the moonlight. "Mark me again, Logan!" She uttered after. "I can mind-link Witch Anya to remove this tattoo and mark me again!" I glanced at the butterfly tattoo printed on her marking spot. Honestly, the tattoo was strikingly beautiful. I wouldn't mind marking her with her tattoo sitting there. "No need, sweetheart. I will mark you again even if you have that tattoo on your neck!"

“It’ll come back when you’re ready.” “Maybe,” she said. Then, as if remembering something, her eyes widened a little. “Actually, there’s one thing.” He straightened instantly. “What is it?” Naomi frowned in concentration, her brows knitting. “A tattoo. I remember seeing it. On their hand, I think. Or their wrist.” Damon’s chest went tight. “A tattoo?” “Yes.” She bit her lip, trying to recall. “It was small… maybe a butterfly? Blue wings. The light hit it just before I fell.”