Heart Under Blade Tattoo Novels & Stories

But his eyes quickly caught on to something. It was a tattoo and this tattoo belonged to none other than the. "Blade troops". Ayden answered and the person quickly pushed him away trying to make his way out of the window well unfortunately for him Ayden was ten times much faster than he would ever move in one nano-second.

A triumphant smile curled on my lips the moment the last word left my throat, and I felt something seal on my skin. “Show me,” Blade said after I removed my fingers from both our skins. He cupped the other side of my neck, and I titled my head, showing him what I did to his mark. Blade’s mark on me was a crescent moon, but I added three small stars around it. Whilst I had marked him with three stars, similar to what I have. “Beautiful…” He said, his eyes softening as his thumb brushed over my marked skin. “And what did you do with mine?”

My legs told me to run, but I stayed rooted, caught between fear and fascination. The bike slowed, then stopped just a few feet away. The rider pulled off his helmet, shaking out dark hair. Broad shoulders, leather jacket, jeans torn at the knee. A scar slashed across his jawline, making him look even harder, sharper. “Road’s no place for a girl alone this late,” he said, voice rough like gravel. My pulse jumped. “I’m fine,” I blurted, though the crack in my voice betrayed me. He studied me, eyes sharp and unflinching. “Name’s Blake. You lost?”

Her heart kicked, not in fear but in readiness. Heather’s hand slid to Baylee’s hip, a silent stay back, while her other hand slipped her knife free. They stepped out into the clearing. And then they both just… stopped. The scar was still there. It wasn’t large — not anymore. It wasn’t the gaping wound it had been the day Jade ripped through. It was a slice now, a pale, faintly luminous seam in the air a few feet off the ground, like the world had been split and then healed with a stitch that didn’t quite match.

"Kael. Look at the center." Kael followed his gaze. At the heart of the structure, barely visible through the shadows, was a familiar symbol. The Twin Blades. But not the way they appeared now. This was older—cruder—as if the symbol had been carved before the blades themselves existed. Aion inhaled sharply. "No." Kael looked at him. "What is it?" "The blades weren't created to fight the Void." Aion's voice was barely a whisper. "They were created to open the door."

It smells of him and it calms me down immediately, but when I look up and find his shirtless body staring back at me, my jaw drops, and my blood heats. Calm is long forgotten. Rome is ripped and covered in tattoos. He’s always had them, I know. However, it’s more now, and his arms are covered in tattoos, not excessively, but enough. His front is untouched, all except for one that’s directly on his chest, specifically his heart. My heart seems to stop beating when I see the tattoo. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band. It’s exactly like mine, only bigger. I stare at it with an open mouth.

It took a moment before it finally occurred to me what it was. Acceptance. Mom handed her the ceremonial blade, and Blake looked at me like she didn’t want to hurt me, but I nodded. This part mattered. Balance mattered. She pressed the blade to the spot just above my heart and made a shallow cut. Blood rose instantly, dark red against my skin, and she leaned in and pressed her mouth to the wound. A crack tore through the air… not physical, not real, but something felt, like a ripple in the world itself, and just like that, the bond sealed.

My heart skipped a beat, my tears moist right then. I dropped to a crouch and held him, pressing my ear against his chest again. I could hear his heartbeat, thumping powerfully through his thin shirt. It was such a familiar sensation. It was Stan's heartbeat. As I closed my eyes, my tears flowed ever so quietly. We stayed like that for a while, and as I wiped my tears, I held Nathan firmly in my arms once more. "Please live a good life with Stan's heart." - Nathan walked with me to the gates of the orphanage, but I never once turned to look at him again.

My gaze fits into another part of the room where the question came from and I almost lost my breath as I lost control of my senses for a minute, unable to blink as my lips parted with a gasp. Water dripped from the loc of vibrant chestnut hair to his unclad chest as he had linen covering his waist I spot the tattoo of a sword on his right chest and beside it is a broken heart with a skull and a tiny crown placed on it that resembling the one he wore the day I was captured. Mysterious looking but on his muscular chest it flexed sexily and toned abs as a crazy sensation began to pool between my legs now I remembered this place I’d spent a night here before.

Instantly, it dawned on Sheera that it was a blade. "It's a Wic'ca blade," he confirmed. "And I'll gladly cut you open with this if you dare to cum. You can feel the pleasure, Sheera. See the gates of Elysium. But know you shall never step in. If you dare to release on me, I shall dig this blade deep into your chest and carve out your heart." He dipped the tip into her chest, earning a whimper from her. "You should know I love to cut people open," his tone was darker. "And I shall gladly do same to you."