Heart Under Blade Tattoo Novels & Stories

I stagger, blood loss making the world spin. Kael’s voice cuts through it—harsh and broken. “DOWN!” I drop without thinking. The Heart lunges past me—straight into Kael’s blade. He drives it up under the monster’s exposed ribcage, both hands braced, the impact shuddering up his arms. The blade punches through muscle and bone—bursting out the thing’s back in a geyser of black blood. The Heart spasms. Screams. Kael rips the blade free in a savage, wrenching twist that tears half the ribcage apart.

He seemed to be in an unnaturally deep sleep, almost as if something had knocked him out. Was he drugged? I had no clue, but the fact that he hadn’t stirred even with my presence in his room was unsettling. And then my eyes drifted to his body—beautiful and imperfect. There was a scar on his right rib cage, the kind that only came from a blade. Though faint, I could tell it was an old wound, healed over time. Another one ran along his collarbone, slightly darker, as if the wound had been deeper, perhaps more brutal. But it was the tattoo over his heart that caught my attention the most—a sword, inked deep into his skin, standing tall, like a symbol of war, power, and destruction.

Right now, if this devil would say that he wanted my life, then I would gladly give it to him in exchange of saving my clan. “Then you could have them all, your grace,” I answered after a while. Not asking for my heart should make me feel relieved. It was something I was not sure I could give. He would have no use of it since it was damaged beyond repair. And he must have known that. Blade didn’t say anything and just looked at me for a long time. From the lightning outside the window, I saw a faint smile curved his pale lips. The thunder roared once more which made me flinch, but there was another sound which proved to be more frightening than that.

The torn fabric fluttered around him to the floor. Stalled breaths carefully parted from my lips as I contemplated him. With most of the tattoos disappearing from his body, the tattoos on his chest and back became clearer. His chest had a bleeding heart tattoo caged in thorns and roses inked on his skin while wings tattoos inked his back. His heart… I widened my eyes. Kian’s heart. Breathing heavily through my dry mouth, I thought. Kian’s heart is still there. Yeah. He might have lost the touch of reality, but Kian is still here in his heartbeats.

He pointed to his tattoos as he spoke. 'This is a tribute to Adrian," he said. He pointed at the tattoo that sat on the left side of his body just below his shoulder blade. It was the name Luca with a halo above it with angle wings on either side of it. Underneath it said, 'I am because you were'. "That's beautiful," I mumbled as I stood up and walked closer to him to get a closer look. "This is for Blade." On his arm was a dagger. The blade was cut in half and the word

“And that someone, is also the one who causes the death of his family.” The pain that I am feeling in my heart is as if it is being squeezed and stabbed repeatedly. I was filled with rage, grief, and sympathy as I discovered Blade's situation. And no, he is lying down on the bed and slowly losing his life. That no matter what decision he chooses, his life will still be in danger. I clutched my chest as I felt my heart aching every time I let out a loud cry. “Shh… Don’t cry, Crystal...” I felt Noah's tight hug on me. His arms caught me as he caressed the back of my head. “I’ll do everything to keep Blade safe. Just please— stop crying.”

Sofia could only imagine the pain he must have endured to get such a significant tattoo in that location. Overwhelmed by emotions, she looked up at Leonardo's face. He was watching her intently, biting his lip, and holding his breath, anxiously awaiting her reaction. With her heart pounding, she returned her gaze to the tattoo, tracing her finger gently over the beautifully curved letters of her name. The first 'S' was artfully curved at the bottom, forming a heart, while the last 'A' extended into the shape of a heartbeat. The design was exquisite, and Sofia couldn't help but feel deeply touched by this display of affection.

My vision slowly turned dark but my gaze caught something against his chest. A tattoo over his heart. It was a wolf paw print, simple but very striking against his white skin. It was dark and underneath it, I could make out some initials. N.B. Warmth filled me as the person pressed me against his chest and this time I didn’t fight back the darkness. Exhaustion and pain overtook me as the world around me blurred and everything went black.

It left the Mark exposed. ​Wendy stood back, her hands clasped over her mouth, her eyes wide. She didn’t say a word. She didn’t have to. The silver-blue light pulsing on the back of my right hand cast a faint, ghostly illumination against the dark leather. ​It wasn’t just a tattoo. It was a heartbeat. ​Every time Ares’s heart beat in the other room, the Mark flared. Every time I took a breath, the silver lines seemed to writhe and settle.

Vincent relaxed when she finally removed the knife. “ Do you how it feels ?” She sneered right in his face, her boots lightly pressing his ankle. “ You have no idea, but I have been dealing with that for months. Don’t you worry, I will give you an idea of how does it feel.” She replied with a slight, reassuring pat on his shoulder. “It feels like something is stuck in your heart. If you take it out, you will die and if you don’t you will bleed to death.” Vincent face twisted in pain. Edna with sentence dig the knife deeper in his chest, ignoring his ragged breath.