Heavens Gates Tattoo Novels & Stories

Giovanni turned his back on me, my eyes were on the giant snake coloured tattoo that covered his whole back, I was still staring at the tattoo before he disappeared into a closed door. I settled back, eyes closed, palms resting on the table, and let my mind wander to Giovanni's canvas of tattoos. The intricate snake on his left neck caught my attention first – its delicate scales seeming to slither across his skin. My gaze, though imaginary, traced the vibrant, full-back serpent, its red and black hues dancing in mesmerizing harmony. Next, my mental focus shifted to the cobwebs delicately etched onto his broad neck, their subtle complexity a testament to the artist's skill. The bold, cursive

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.

She lowered her gaze for a second, then raised it and her eyes locked with his. “Give me tonight. Give me something I never had. Give me back what was taken from me years ago. I don’t want love promises, I don’t expect you to tell me 'I Love You’. I just want to feel alive again… For just one moment in my life, make me feel what no one made me feel before.”

I went to the temple and opened the card on the stand. “Our Relationship is meant to be something that was written in the stars and drawn into our destiny. It is true that my heart always skips a beat when you call me angel. Please take god blessing, because he is center of our marriage. So seek his blessings and come to our room. Your angel is waiting for you" I smiled and joined my hands in front of god.

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.

"Duabus corporibus, una anima. Unum ex duobus immolandum est ut alterum vivat. Alterutrum corporum remanere debet, alioquin aequilibrium inter caelum et infernum concidet." "Two bodies entwined, one soul to tether, A choice must sever the bond forever. One form shall linger, the other must part, Lest chaos consumes the realms at heart. Heaven and Hell's delicate thread, Frays should both be lost or dead." Realizing with aching clarity from the things she had read, Agatha's tears finally break loose. She's consistently cognizant of her innate talents and intellect, a contrast to her sister. By logical deduction, she would be the chosen one to preserve their family's honor.

Heaven warned and Taylor nodded apologetically. "Besides, I don't have a tattoo on my neck. The guy does." Gatlin said again, totally ignoring what Taylor had brought up. Heaven took a closer look at the man's neck and then at Gatlin's. There was really nothing on Gatlin's neck. "You noticed that so quick. You drew a fake tattoo so you could point it out and escape! You had this all planned out from the start!" One of the girls said angrily. Heaven merely breathed out slowly. She soon closed the window on her computer and looked up at Gatlin.

Stumbling with my burdens, I muttered, "If I die tonight with this much luggage, my spirit will most probably get bound to this luggage." My eyes darted nervously, scanning the encroaching darkness of the forest. The inky blackness seemed to hold countless secrets and unseen threats. My senses heightened, I became hyper-aware of every sound and movement, my imagination conjuring scenarios of lurking danger. The air hung heavy with the scent of damp earth and decaying leaves, intensifying the eerie atmosphere.

Matthews placated “That’s more like it. Now talk to me Steph” James said I watched on in amusement as Stephanie took her time to talk just to rile James and everyone in the room up. Seeing as they were all just as interested to know how her training went. “Well for starters, you are looking at the new gamma of alpha Chaos and I have a tattoo to show my status” Stephanie spilled with excitement as she pushed the shirt on her shoulder to show off the rank tattoo which made up of the Chaos family emblem with three moons with a star on top of each of them. And some strange writings under the whole thing.

“I’ve never counted. At least three.” Her hand glides over my chest, slow and grounding, drifting downward — anchoring me to the present, to being alive, to her. And for the first time in a long while, the demons hesitate. “Is this where the iron went through you?” she asks after a while, her voice barely louder than a breath. Her fingers trace the tattoo on my hip, slow and reverent, following the ink that hides the scar beneath it. Two laurel branches — a symbol for her name — curve like angel wings, delicate yet strong at the same time. And a tiny heart.