Harry Potter Fanfiction Magical Tattoos の小説・ストーリー

His sexy eyes gently fell to the top of my chest which were my cleavages and heat rushed to my stomach, spreading down my thighs. He diverted his gaze from my breasts to my face, clearing his throat. His hand reached up to the back of his neck to rub slowly. I was able to catch and stare at the tattoos on his arm. It wasn't something very huge but I could easily tell they were meaningful. I stopped looking and began to speak again. "You haven't answered my question, Harry. Why are you here?" It took him seconds to reply. "I'm gonna be absent from school for a few days, cause I'm gonna be away for work..."

The parchment was now there, falling to the ground off the monster's ear when he began shrinking. The girl took the parchment in her hand and read: “Antimagic ...” Then the Parchment disappeared, turned to dust. The girl felt at once on her neck, under her ear, a tattoo taking shape. Unlike the other tattoos, it was a hollow circle. That’s all the girl could see being drawn on her body.. Unaware, she headed for Fahria in a hurry, looking at that wolf. She was much quieter now, because that Lycanthrope had been killed forever.

Lady Marie shot up, trying not to nudge him, and right away. She pasted some herbs from her rosemary concocted bottle. Then she notices his palm. The burn was no longer red; instead, it had settled into a black coin size scar of a tattoo. Hope soared in Lady Maria's mind. Thanks to the gods. She thought! "Oh! What sort of curse? Harry uttered as he tried to raise himself with his hands, a grunt releasing from his chest at the struggle. Anna hugged him back down and ordered, "Oh no, you don't! You are not getting out of that bed just yet."

He pointed to his left chest as soon as he noticed that I was embarrassingly drooling over his six pack abs. I stared at his tattoo which said “MERRY” in all capital letter which was over his left chest right above his left nipple and I was surprised that he blatantly tatted that there. My eyes travelled up to his eyes, “I cannot believe you tatted my name there.” I tell him. He smiles, “Well because that’s where you always are aside from the fact that you invade my thoughts all the time.” I sheepishly smile at him. Harry takes my hand, “Now let’s find a place to sleep.”

Harry kisses me like i am the air he breathes ,the soul he worships and I have never felt more alive. He pushes me on the bed and gets on top of me . He cages my body between his strong arm muscles and bites my earlobe . I fidget in removing his shirt . After some unsuccessful hardwork, harry chuckles and helps me remove his shirt. I trace my finger on the tattoo on his pec. "I didn't know you had any tattoo." I say still grazing it . "Now you do. " He says and smiles . "What does it mean?" I ask harry.

“This my love, is what Teddy would need when he comes to an age when his powers get out of control” I squinted my eyes and looked closer on the marking with a familiar looking symbol. I have seen it in one my books of spells, “What does it say? Where did you get it?” “Daisy, the Witch Doctor. She had a friend who got me this symbol tattooed on my chest to help me survive in living the life as a hybrid. Protection against the darkness in me taking over my body and mind” he lifted my chin up to face him, “If Teddy is truly my son, he would need it too”

"We arrive at my bar and I’m immediately struck by rage. Right across the front door and the bricks of the building is a huge. Graffiti drawing of some unidentifiable symbol or tag or something. I can’t help but reach out to touch it and my fingers come back sticky with black paint that hasn’t quite dried yet. For goodness sakes, why would someone even vandalise the front of my building? This is ridiculous! What were they hoping to accomplish? It’s not even GOOD graffiti! ”Do you think it will wash off? It’s not quite dry yet so I reckon there’s a good chance we can get it clean.” Harry says softly. He seems concerned that I might be really upset or delicate. No, mostly I’m just pissed off.

thing, and David thought a tattoo took longer to apply and heal. Sam saw where he was looking and whispered to him, "She got it for you, as a 'thank you' for trusting her for this evening. It is temporary so it will fade away in a month, or it can be washed off with alcohol at any time. You should know that, if you suggest a real tat, she will get anything you want the next day. It is a side effect of the spell I cast when I show myself naked."

Blood wells hot and sweet, and the instant his fangs break flesh, the bond ignites. Power surges like a storm unleashed: golden fire races through my veins, merging with my green magic in a blaze that brands us both. A burn blooms on my skin, just above my heart, where a tattoo etches itself in glowing ink, a heart wrapped in thorns, pulsing with our shared life. I feel it mirror on him, the same mark searing into his chest, binding us eternally. The cave trembles, the Wilds sighing in approval as the seal locks into place.

Rory said, drawing all our attention toward the dead guy he was leaning over. We made our way over to him before I looked down at the dead body. He was lying facedown, and I could see a tattoo on the back of his neck. It was in black ink and consisted of something written in a different language. Part of the tattoo had been ripped off from when I tore his jugular out. I was brought out of my thoughts when Auntie Trish spoke. “It’s a spell. They used dark magic,” she informed us. She and Erik had been quiet until now, and I figured they must have come out thinking we were under attack, but now that everything was under control they were hanging back, and observing.