Heaven Sent Tattoo Novels & Stories

Another tattoo: ‘Darkness is real, and it’s the best place to be’ Why would that be the best place to be? “Why are your tattoos sad?” I question, kneading his precious spinous process. “They’re not all sad. Different seasons of my life…” “Were you sad in the past?” He shrugs, a leisurely smile playing on his lips. Another tattoo beneath his neck: ‘Psalm 139:14’ “You’ve got a Bible scripture,” I note out loud. “See. Not all of them are sad. I’ve got two of those.”

“Tell me I’ve made you a smoker. And why do you have it anyway? Like, I know Serpents have snakes on their body but not like… actual tattoos. And you have what? Only one?” “It’s relaxing.” He was walking to me. He placed the cigarette between my lips and lit it before doing the same for his and sitting beside me. “And I got the tattoo because my Mother asked. As my father’s… son, it’s not a necessity but she believed I needed the balance.” “Balance?” He took a drag. “Celestial bodies represent yin and yang and a snake is that. A balance. She hoped that somehow, no matter whatever it was, that was… wrong with me from my Father.”

And it spread. Through cities, through islands, through every place touched by the storm, the message moved. “They’re here.” “Heaven has sent them.” “Pray.” Screens lit up across the country. News channels broke into live coverage, cameras focused on the storm, on the ocean, on the two figures standing above it. Millions watched. Many prayed. Above the sea, Kaelith glanced downward, his expression shifting slightly. “They’re staring.” Aurelian remained still. “They are witnessing.”

"All of it" Damon's pupils dilate, like a cornered animal. Charlton's laughter crackles in my earpiece. "Jesus. She's got you by the balls". Does she? Maybe, but I don't care. I just never ever want to see her name next to his again. Ever! "Th…that's impossible!" Damon squeaks. "I don't even know where he li…" Oh well. I tried. Three ruby lasers appear on his chest, pulsing with his ragged breaths.

Of course, it's his dream, and his two friends Zia and Damon help him a lot. Without them, he is surely doomed. He didn't like getting into trouble, even though he had a face that screamed trouble, that is, he was built in all the right places, had a sleeve of tattoos on both hands, and had a lot of piercings on his ear. Of course, he has a Moon tattoo on the left side of his neck, which Moon Goodness has given him as a gift. When Elder told him about the tattoo, his heart shattered into a million pieces, and he became even more hateful of humans. It's his soulmate tattoo and his butterfly going to have the same tattoo, but she is already dead. Sebestian didn't remember much about her death,

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

My God, help me, I am dying and there will be no one who can come to save me! Her back was as well defined as her abdomen but the tattoo, God the tattoo made her stand out in such a striking way that I was sure drool would come out of my mouth at that moment, the tattoo was alluding to marine things I couldn't get the slightest bit of that doubt, but could not define what things were.

He studied her expression before asking, “What do you want?” “A lot.” Azrael answered and jumped from the stairs, “You can give me a few.” she pointed to the Mark under his scapula, it looked like a simple tattoo if you wouldn’t stare into it, but in reality, it looks like a fresh burn Mark made by blacksmiths as it actually glows and burns, “Do you know any other celestials that live among humans?”

“Well, I was just curious. Nice tattoo you’ve got there, though.” “It’s not a tattoo, dummy.” She wrinkled her nose. “How do I explain this? Well… it’s a birthmark from the Moon Goddess herself. A sign of a great relationship, and the presence of a gift from the Lords above. Rare, mum told me.” Azzez had stared at it a second longer, committing every curve and shade to memory, before promising quietly, “I won’t tell a soul.” The promise still echoed in his head as the memory shattered.

She was shy away and hid her in my chest. I placed her in a hot shower, pressing her back to me and kissed her neck. I was stunned when I opened my eyes. There was an old Italian tribal tattoo on her neck. What is it doing here? It was an arrow design with a crown holding double letter A. It was a symbol of the deity of death.