Heart Under Blade Tattoo Novels & Stories

She immediately took her hand away from the knife with her eyes wide open in shock when she saw blood dripping from the hand of the person she loved the most. Lucian threw the knife on the floor and took the baby in her arms into his arms. The baby was crying in fear. Selina stood still with her body trembling. Tears dripped from her empty eyes. She took a step as her dying heart told her something. "Selina!" Lucian and her uncle called her name in shock as she stabbed the knife that was on the floor right into her heart. Her body fell to the floor with blood flowing from her wound.

He remained on his seat while looking at me curiously. "Yearn for my yes. Telling you that I like you too doesn't mean I already said my yes. Prove yourself first!" Then I stuck my tounge out and went out of the rooftop. Upon closing the door, I could feel the heat that resting on my cheeks and the rapidly beating of my heart in my chest. It felt like any moment from now, my heart would make an explosion inside my ribcage. Parker is the only person who could do such things on me.

Alex answered. "And that's because I truly love you..." Sylvia said and Alex interrupted immediately. "Stop it, how many times have I told you that I have zero feelings for you?" "That girl in there... is the person my heart beats for, I have known that I will find her one day" "And this is the day, so please I would advise you to move on with your life please" Alex concluded. "Alex, you are rejecting me?" Sylvia said to him. "Sorry but am not rejecting you because we are not mated to be with each other"

A deep growl filled my chest. This was new. He was protective of her. Maybe it had something to do with the tension between Blade and me moments before. “Aren’t you a sweet-looking thing,” Blade insisted, sauntering toward her. Louis trailed behind him with a shit-eating grin stretched on his face. Arousal stemmed from them, the scent causing my wolf to ripple with anger. “Here for a tattoo?” She nodded, but didn’t speak. “Where are you putting it?” Blade asked.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.

I'd effortlessly paint her body and miss no single spot. My gaze trail up the array of roses that line her left leg. It's almost like a full garden, starting halfway up her hip, spreading as it ascends, scattering on the side of her left butt cheek where a little switchblade lies in a dark background. The tattoo continues above her waistline where the edges are a little finer, a little sharper and this time, there are thorns woven between each bloom, blood dripping down a few sharp tips. This addition ends just below her left breast, very close to her heart.

My face heated up instantly. I looked away for half a second, but of course my eyes betrayed me and went right back. That was when I noticed the tattoo. It was on the left side of his chest, close to his heart. Black ink, clean lines, bold letters. It looked like Latin or something old and important. I had no idea what it meant, but the way it sat there—right over the place where his heartbeat was—it felt… private. Like it wasn’t just a tattoo but a memory someone had carved into him.

She has more cuts there, and bruises are already forming. They must have been traveling rather fast. I press down on her side closest to me and watch her expression. Nothing. I slide my fingers slightly over, just under her belly button, and press down again. She winces but doesn’t scream. I slide my fingers over to her other side, but before I press down, my eyes spot something familiar. Something I know all too well. A small heart tattoo. My breath hitches, and my hands freeze right above it. This can’t be.

That is what I should listen to before even listening to what my heart is saying. "You know that I don't want to hurt you Aze. You're like a little sister to me and I hate it when someone is hurting you or planning to hurt you. That's why I'm doing this right now, I don't want you to get hurt, the last thing that I want is for you to die. I'd rather sacrifice myself than seeing you as you lose your life. But Blade... He's-"

She leaned over him, her dark eyes tracing the line of his jaw, the gentle curve of his dark lashes against his cheekbones, and the thick, muscular expanse of his broad chest. Eight. She brought the blade down, stopping the glass tip just three inches above the center of his chest, directly over the steady, powerful rhythm of his heart. Her heart hammered a frantic, deafening cadence against her ribs. Her breathing turned shallow, ragged, and hot. Thud. Thud. Thud.