Heart Under Blade Tattoo Novels & Stories

he said. I looked towards the entrance of the gym as Blade walked through it. Blade is a Seer and he has been with my pack since I was a pup. He isn’t a shifter but he pledged his life to my father once he became of age to do so. Before then he was under my father’s protection and now I’ve taken on that pact. He is one of my best friends. His position isn’t normal, as a Seer is usually a female. It's for that reason he is doing his own research on his background. For now he can keep his privacy on it so long as his safety or the packs’ isn’t in jeopardy. He walked over to where we were sitting with his hands in his suit pockets. “I knew I’d find you two in here. Drills weren’t enough to driv

and presses the flat of the blade to my chest. Cold steel kisses skin, and I freeze, arousal spiking dangerously. "Cut yourself for me. Show me your devotion." I take the knife, hands steady despite the tremor in my gut. Emotions crash...fear, love, submission. For him, I'd carve out my heart. I drag the edge across my pec, shallow, blood welling in a thin line. The sting is sharp, gory red trickling down. "Like this?" Theon's breath hitches, cock throbbing against my thigh. "Fuck, yes."

I reached out, patting her back gently and rubbing small circles to help her calm down. She looked like someone who had spent years holding up a heavy wall and had finally let it crumble; the exhaustion in her posture was palpable. As she shifted, she slipped off her jacket, and that’s when I saw it. Her shirt lifted just enough to reveal the number 22 tattooed on her skin. Barbara had been right — there was a heart next to it. But looking at it closely now, I saw it wasn't a perfect, romantic heart. It was a broken heart, the edges jagged and separated by a thin line of skin, as if the ink itself were mourning something lost.

My eyes drifted down to his torso, and my breath caught. God must have enlisted his finest artist to carve Killian Knight. The tattoo, a haunting web of thorned vines, began at his right hip and sprawled across his torso. Its black branches reached his heart, with another branch peeking over his left shoulder and spreading down his arm to his elbow. The intricate design, hidden beneath his clothes, was now fully exposed.

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

I was seeing his entire tattoo. For the first time. I lowered my hand, staring at it. It was the picture of a large wolf, its head resting over his right pectoral region and his heart. There were breathtaking swirls and designs made around the wolf's head reaching up to his shoulders and part of his right forearm. The ink of the tattoo looked so dark against his skin it was almost like looking at an actual mind-blowing artwork. Beneath the design his chest looked hard and sturdy and. . .

“I don’t know what you’re talking about…” I felt tears welling in my eyes. Fear slowly takes over my being. I’m finding it hard to breathe little by little. “Please believe me,” I gasped, trembling. His nails dug into my skin and he asked again, “Do you really want to test my thinning patience?” The blade of the knife he was holding was cold on my skin when he pressed it on my neck. That knife was dull, it could barely cut through my bread, but right now, in his hands, it feels like he could slice me as easily as butter.

“The mark should be there.” Blade. That was his name. Before I could react, Blade was in front of me, seizing my wrist in a bruising grip. I gasped, trying to yank my arm back, but he was stronger—much stronger. His eyes locked onto the inked symbol on my skin. The dagger piercing through a crown. The mark Enzo placed there. “She has it,” Blade confirmed, his gaze flicking back to mine. “She’s a part of the Salvatore Cartel.”

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

"But first I want to see your ink." Duncan ripped his shirt over his head and turned to show the design on his shoulder. It was a read heart surrounded by thorns, but stylized in a way that made it seem less cliche. Inside the red heart was a maze the led to another gray heart in the center that looked like stone.