Haunting Adeline Tattoo Novels & Stories

I declare, certainly claiming her as my mate. "I Adeline Careen Maxwell accept you Alpha Waylon Hunter as my mate and companion. I-" Adeline stops, her voice breaking and immediately breaks into uncontrollable sobs. I let her sob on my chest, at the same time carrying her to the couch and placing her on my lap. I let Adeline sob her emotions out, and in between the sobs, I hear her thanking our mother the moon goddess and praising her for not failing to fulfil her promise towards her. She also thanks our mother goddess for giving her a second chance mate who accepts her immediately without any complications or delays. Her heart is full of gratitude and excitement. I guess she's shedding tear

“I saw her mark. She tried to hide it, but it looked real.” Adeline gave a quiet chuckle. The tension in her face eased a little. Both sisters raised their wrists, their pale skin glowing faintly where the marks shimmered—the moon on Arda’s wrist, the sun on Adeline’s. The symbols glowed softly under the twilight, as if acknowledging their reunion. “I think,” Adeline said thoughtfully, “that this mark was more than just an inheritance. It feels like it was meant to guide me home. Almost as if what’s happening now was foreseen—like the great seers of our kind once whispered about this moment.”

She explains, looking at Ed adoringly. The door down the hall clicks open and a bare chested Adrian, carrying his t-shirt in his hand comes walking towards us, his entire stomach is covered in cling wrap, to protect the new tattoo he just had done and as he gets closer the design becomes clear, a stunning purple winged bird, in flight spread out on the right side of his stomach. "Wow," I exclaim, running up to Adrian to get a closer look at the design. The details are incredible; it looks so realistic. "That's amazing. What type of bird is it?"

God help me. My gaze dropped again before I could stop it. Right to the tattoo stretched across Adrian’s chest. It was a Roman lion. Up close, it looked even more detailed. Dark ink curved sharply against bronzed skin, disappearing slightly beneath his shoulder and wrapping across hard muscle in a way that honestly felt unfairly attractive. My fingers moved before my brain approved the decision. I touched it lightly. Adrian went very still beneath my hand. “This,” I murmured softly, tracing the edge carefully with my fingertip, “looks expensive.”

“If I mark you now… you could die. Because I already have a first child…with another woman.” He exhaled like it hurt him. “But I’m looking for a way around it. When I find it…and I will…I’m going to chain you to me for eternity. And I won’t stop at one mark. I won’t stop at your neck. I’ll decorate every inch of you with my claim, princess.” A violent shiver raced down my spine, heat pooling low in my belly despite every alarm bell screaming. My brain short-circuited into hilarious panic mode: Decorate? DECORATE? What is this, a werewolf tattoo parlor? “Property of King Adrian” stamped on my ass in bite-mark cursive? Sir, this is not a body art convention!

Her heartbeat completely dropped when Adrian removed his shirt. Everyone whistled but her heart ached when that tattoo machine got pressed against his skin. Adrian turned his eyes again at her. Their gazes got fastened. His jaw slightly clenched whereas her fists tightened when that machine started piercing on his skin because he might be enduring that pain but she was feeling it. It was hurting him. She could clearly see it which turned her eyes watery. Finally they got done with their work. Adrian got up and turned around. Her soul shivered when she saw his deep red skin where her name had been carved inside a heart on the left side of his chest where his heart was.

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

It streaks in, bringing an array of multiple colors. There’s red and blue and green and starlight. That ivory, rare, starlight. A mark forms at the base of Adelaide’s neck. It’s a simple mark, four lines, each with one end facing the other. There’s one on top, and one below, and one to the left, and the last one to the right. Adelaide passes out as she slumps against my arms. She’ll be out for some time. My eyes scan for residual magic from the spell she cast to get them away.

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

Alice went all red with embarrassment. Her cheeks blushed, going completely out of her control. She focused on the tattoo and immediately went pale seeing that. The tattoo was a bit above his left chest. Did he make it there so that it is always close to his heart? Alice thought and that thought pinched her. The tattoo was a big love sign and “A” was written on top corner and there was another small love sign and then “J” was written at the bottom. It was a beautiful piece of art.