Heart Under Blade Tattoo Novels & Stories

"Yep. But why is there a bandage on your shoulder?" He grinned. "I didn't think it was fair for you to get pierced without me having something painful done. So I got this." He peeled back the bandage to show her the tattoo. Clearly visible, even with the skin around it an angry pink, was a red and black Celtic knot in the shape of a heart.

He was shirtless and standing in the doorway, stepping in and closing it behind him while he watched me. I titled my head at him and bit my bottom lip as I felt the heat in his gaze but my attention was securely on the mark on his chest, squarely over his heart. It was once again swirls of green, silver, black with a dragon in flight over a full moon. It wasnt as abstract as Kane’s was, a little more clear and more dragon centric as well. It was beautiful.

he demanded, capturing her fingers in a tight grip. He covered her much smaller hand and forced it to his hair roughened chest. He held her hand tightly for a moment until he was certain she wouldn't take her fingers away when he loosened his hold. Her eyes stayed on his tattoo as she traced the pattern. It was some kind of pagan tattoo, almost Celtic, but in the shape of a four-sided, bladed weapon. It protected his heart. She traced her fingertips over the intricate knots, fascinated by the depth of the work. Her nail accidentally scraped against his flat nipple, drawing a hiss from him. Her eyes flew to his and she nearly snatched her hand back. "Don't stop," he growled from between gritt

I, on the other hand, had zoned out, my mind racing through the fact that Blade was more dangerous than I had imagined. Plus, I had just cheated on Brian. Kissing someone else was against our bond: my chest was hurting. It felt like a dagger was constantly striking my heart. I had to explain to Brian and get rid of Blade as soon as possible. "What the heck?" Tone's voice snapped me back to reality. I glared at him and realized he was staring at my neck. He rose up. "How'd that get there?" He glared. "What?" Raina wondered then understood he was referring to my mark. "Oh, she got a tattoo. Isn't it so cute? We should get one too, matching."

His long, white hair cascaded down his back, and his deep-set eyes, filled with ancient knowledge, glinted like stars. With a steady hand, the Elder reached for the moon blade, its edges gleaming with an ethereal light. “This blade,” he intoned, his voice resonating with power, “is a sacred tool, a bridge between our worlds. It will mark the bond you share, a testament to your love and commitment.” Vale accepted the blade with reverence, feeling the cool metal vibrate with energy. He held it over his palm, and with a swift motion, he drew the blade across his skin, a crimson line appearing instantly. “As I mark myself, I bind my heart to yours, Talon.”

The once beautiful canvas of his phoenix tattoo is now topped with another set of prints that aren’t part of the art I admired. With blurry eyes, I tumbled out of bed and kneeled between his legs. There, a heartbreaking sight of bullet and knife scars met my gaze. On his right chest, the Outlaws’ insignia was marked with an X. I’m sure a knife did it from the smooth edge of the scar. And on his left side were two bullet wounds, barely missing his liver. But below his left breast, the words ‘corazón para la muñeca’ were written in cursive writing. [heart for the doll]

I sighed as I removed my finger on my lip. I describe my tattoo to be a heart, not a love shape. A heart precisely, with a lock at the left ventricle. I described the lock to be the one you see on a door handle, where your key fits in. I added the heart should be in red ink and the lock darkened to create a real image. Then 'Bunny' should be written in calligraphy at the bottom side of the heart. "You know, that would require more lines on your skin, yeah?" the tattooist responded.

Scars crisscrossed his torso, each one a story of violence I wasn't sure I wanted to know. But it was the tattoo over his heart that drew my attention. Dark ink etched into his skin, forming words I couldn't quite make out. I squinted, trying to decipher the script. "Bound by blood, sealed in blood." The words sent a chill down my spine, a stark reminder of the dangerous world I had been thrust into.

The blade caught the fake sunlight. “Not… quite,” he gritted out. He took my right hand, his grip surprisingly strong despite his state. His fingers were cold and slick with sweat. He pressed the handle of the knife into my palm, closing my fingers around it. Then he guided our joined hands to his chest, to the elegant, healed script over his heart. Bella. “This,” he whispered, his breath hot against my wrist, “is the last lie. Help me cut it out.” Horror, cold and sharp, pierced my detachment. “You’re insane.”

The pain of it was a physical white–hot agony in my shared chest. The hesitation was all Blade needed. The curse, fed by that fresh, devastating pain, surged back with a vengeance. The grey in his eyes vanished, swallowed by the violent red-blue. *I’LL SHOW YOU STRONG!* With a snarl that held no humanity, Blade’s clawed paw shot out. It wasn’t a swipe to wound. It was a killing blow. Fast, brutal, final. The girl’s whimper was cut off. Silence, except for the drip of the rain and Blade’s heavy panting.