Harry Potter Matching Tattoos Novels & Stories

"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.

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

“No wonder you know so much about Harry Potter.” “Yea..." he looked away before changing the subject. “The Songbird Contest is this Tuesday, isn’t it?” “Yea, how’d you know I was participating?” He just smiled mysteriously. Ivanka was walking her dog Timothy when she saw a Harley Davidson screech to a halt and the guy riding it removed his helmet. He was tall and had jet black hair and piercing green eyes. He wore a V-neck black shirt and black jeans. He was the typical bad boy, with tattoos and a cigarette dangling from the corner of his mouth. She shrugged and walked away.

Said Mark, who was using his hands to talk. “That’s where that pod hit, I’m glad to see you’re OK!” exclaimed Leyla sounding hysterical. “I’m fine Ley, thanks.” Said Sekora laughingly. “That’s a pretty necklace, it looks like a blue version of the Heart of Kandracar from Witch!” piped up the cartoon fanatic, Emily. “Thanks EM, maybe you should show me that show so I can see the resemblance” Said Sekora, looking at her and then the necklace once again.

I drank it all in one swift movement. Jason, I wouldn't beg for your love again. I was going to love myself. So… Why are you the one who ended up regretting it? ... I looked at the crystal vial in my hand. The pale, pink liquid shimmered inside, giving off a scent that was both mesmerizing and dangerous. This was the legendary Love Potion, the forbidden magic of our world of Werewolves. Drink it, and the target would have "love" etched deep into their soul for seven years.

A happy and satisfied smile crept up Phoenix's lips as she stared at the necklace in her hand. " Thank you... Mom. I needed this " She said, and put on the necklace. The necklace had a pendant which was the structure of the Phoenix bird. " Goodbye " Phoenix added and turned, heading to the door. As she turned, the necklace around her neck glowed and so did the back of her neck. A mark more like a tattoo can be seen printed on the back of her neck. The mark was the symbol of the phoenix bird, the same symbol as the one on her necklace...

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.

He inhaled the delicious scent, trying to locate the source. Weird, thought Alexander. He used the portal most of the time but never felt that way. The strange feeling he was getting from inhaling the delicious scent intrigued him. He had to find the person. So, he took off running, following the scent like a Bloodhound. Soon, he ended up standing in front of Hertford Manor. Alexander peeked at the front yard, seeing a petite girl, her dark brown hair reaching to her waist. She was looking at the bright full moon, so he was unable to see her face. Her pale fists were curved into a ball; as if she was mired in deep thought.

It was more beautiful than music, more intoxicating than any spell I’d ever known. “We have established that I am not leaving, and that I will harm those you love to get what I desire. Your attempt at trapping me was amusing, but it will not work. My mark is on you, little witch. I may have hidden it from the Morningstar runt, but it is there—etched beneath your skin. Just like the spell you placed on me.” “I didn’t place any spell on you.” Fangs gleamed as a low growl rumbled from his throat. I busied myself with tracing the bold lines of his tattoo—the one than ran from shoulder to shoulder.

He’s attractive too — I’ve often thought his smile, in particular, is rather distracting. “Do you have a mate, Henry?” Renee asks, smirking when she catches me checking him out. I flush. Henry settles on his lounger, getting comfortable. “No. I can’t find my mate while this is active,” he says, pointing to the tattoo on his shoulder. I’ve noticed it before — a black circle with a howling wolf’s head in the centre, and calligraphy looping around the inside rim. I frown at him. “What do you mean?”