Heaven Sent Tattoo Novels & Stories

He bent his head and tongued the tattoo on her right butt cheek. India sucked in a quick breath. Then he turned his head and tongued the tattoo on her left butt cheek. Another hissing intake of air. Colt flattened his tongue and dragged it up and down her spine, over the infinity symbol—two long, twisted black lines—a tattoo that started above her butt and ended at the gigantic butterfly spread between her shoulder blades. No traditional tramp stamp for his India. Her skin was a canvas; every marking on her was a work of art.

I assured her. “Look again.” I said to them, waving my hand across that spot and immediately the tattoo was made visible to their eyes and I saw their breaths hitched, with low gasps coming out of their mouths. “It’s true.” “This is goodnews.” “Thanks to the moon goddess.” Ellen said with heart filled with gratefulness. “It’s so beautiful.” Sera trailed her fingers on the tattoo. “Yes it is.” ~~~~~~ TWO MONTHS LATER. The chamber hall was filled with a lot of the pack members, today was the naming ceremony of The baby. Music filled the air, different activities were going on.

My lips parted when he showed me a bright red paw tattoo on his forearm. “When did you get that?” I asked. He shook his head and shrugged. “What the hell?” Kade asked. Aiden exhaled deeply. “It’s called a Blessing. A mark of the goddess.” The pack and gathered guests murmured and gasped. “She gave one to both of us,” I commented. “She’s blessed your union. Your reign will be blessed.” Kade and I shared a sweet look. Aiden and Selma stood in front of us. Selma was less than pleased, but she faced me regardless.

He said and she swallowed hard. “What are these?” The tattoos were of several animals, some of them lunging, some snarling, some roaring and some resting. The tattoos were entrancing, something about them compelling. She felt like those eyes were alive, following her every movement. She touched a hand to the tattoo that was directly over his heart and he sucked in a breath at the touch of her fingers, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “I know this one.” She whispered. It was the same eagle that had saved her in Bare bones realm.

“Since you were such a good girl, I have a surprise for you.” Taking a step back, he shook off the jacket and harness. Pulling the tight-fitting t-shirt over his head, he exposed his naked chest. Over his heart was a fresh tattoo. It was the outline of a bunny with the number thirteen over its belly. Underneath, in black script were the words, Devon’s Daddy. Devon gasped, understanding the importance of his gesture. As he had marked her as his own, she now had her mark on him. “I love you, Devon,” he declared as he searched her eyes.

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.

The only reason I stand where I do is because of the blood I have spilt and the countless hours I have spent training with rogues. Fortunately, the priest enters the ceremonial room, and everyone takes their place. I lie down and close my eyes. This isn't my first marking, so I know what to expect. I let my mind wander to my happy place, which always helps with the pain. I listen as the man gets closer and sets down his tools. His every move sounds far too loud. The priest dips the needles in ink and clears his throat. "Enya, please bare your ribs," he asks. At least he's polite, unlike some. I follow his words and force up my shirt to reveal the row of tattoos he's left on my ribs over the

It’s no ordinary tattoo job, there’s a shitload of blessings, incantations and all kinds of scented smoke to waft around before they get on with the job. It’s no ordinary ink either, the black crystals that make up some of our cave formations are ground in for good measure. A connection to the earth the Moon Goddess gave us apparently. My father’s back, which I remember glimpsing as a child years ago, is absolutely covered, I’m only getting started. It’s a combination of protection and blessings. I used to think it was an idle tradition. Learning how much demonic, dark shit Father has bunged away in our cave system, I’ll take every tattoo going now.

5ft gentleman with short hair and a gold ring on his middle finger with his initials on under that ring is his twenty-seven number tattoo. He wears sunglasses and a black suit and climbs out of the SUV. “Hey, Joshua and Tiffany,” he says, climbing out of the vehicle; “great to see you. Where is your mother?” “Hey, dad,” says Tiffany as she hugs her dad. He then glances over at the group of Americans. Who is surprised to see Lucifer in person? The world's most feared man? ”Joshua, are they giving you a hard time?”