Hermes Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

She thanked Missi and reached to close the door. Missi turned to leave. She was wearing a dark gray sleeveless shirt, and Leesa found her eyes drawn to a blue tattoo on the back of Missi’s right shoulder. The tattoo was heart-shaped and looked like it was fashioned out of blue flames. The blue fire immediately made Leesa think of Rave. She hadn’t seen him in over a week, which was at least a week too long as far as she was concerned. If she ever got brave enough to get a tattoo, she decided she would get one similar to Missi’s. A heart made out of blue fire would be the perfect symbol if her love for Rave. She smiled as she wondered what kind of tattoo Rave could get to display his love for

If he thought too much about it, he’d probably turn tail and run. But right now, he walked her backward until she sat down on his desk. They gazed at each other, breathing heavily, and Adam traced the lines of her tattoo. He had only glanced at it before, but now he studied it, intrigued. Drawn in swaths of purple and blue and lined in black, it was a mermaid with a graceful tail and long, blue hair. It reached from her upper bicep almost to her elbow, an expansive piece that looked alive.

Her mesmerizing and radiant beauty and the graceful curve of her figure, a captivating silhouette, drew his gaze like a moth to a flame. Her eyes, akin to liquid emerald pools, shimmered in the light, and he found himself ensnared in her eyes – where he felt the intoxicating pull of drowning within their captivating depths. Yet, it was the way she ogled at him that stole his breath away. Her eyes fixated on his tattoos, drawn to the intricate details inked into his skin. On his left arm, the Celtic Knot work with Fangs unfolded a captivating narrative, where fangs seamlessly blended with ancient Celtic motifs. The Veins and Blood tattoo, like a river of life, traced mesmerizing paths within

She remembered that the most prominent tattoo on his body did not just look like a flat image, but as if it was on a large scar. The tattoo was like a giant 3D version of the image set into his scar. She was so impressed that the light from the hotel shone on his chest. The letters bounced in the light looking like they were about to jump out. Hermosa's aura came to flash of inspiration. The letters were becoming clear in her own mind's eye. The clue was fleeting and she tensed. Hermosa's breath caught and she hurriedly dragged a piece of paper from her hand side and drew the image of her mind on the fly.

The man handed it to Hermes and he noticed the box was tied with a red and black ribbon on the top of it and when he grabbed it from under it felt quite soft and moist. An idea of what could possibly be inside began to dance around in his head, as he set the package on the table and frantically began to open it. He reached inside it and pulled out the content. Skin. Not just any skin though, this skin had a barcode on it. A bar code which Hermes instantly recognized. This was something that he always did to his assassins before sending them out, it was a tattoo barcode that held a unique number for each person and it was usually placed on their lower back.

“He hung me up, I think. My throat’s been weird this whole morning. I thought I was coming down with something, but it felt kind of suffocating? So I think the doll probably got hung from something.” “Like those sunny dolls? What kind of kink is that?” I frowned and softly touched the doll’s neck. There was a sewing crease there, so it made sense for wrinkles to appear around that area. I could imagine the doll being tied up and hanging like a sunny doll. The more I looked, the more the sight of the crease began to irritate me. It almost looked like someone had wrapped a rope around its neck. I wanted nothing more than to smooth it out.

Third, final, likely fatal mistake: calling him by the wrong name. Desmond is still staring expectantly at me, arms crossed, while I spiral out. Because it's too humiliating to make eye contact right now, I focus on his tattoos. Trees with bare branches etched in black, moon phases blazing a path down his forearm, waves curling around his bicep, all flowing together into a design that looks wild and elemental. There's an artistry to them. I want him to tell me the meaning behind each of them. I want to feel them wrapped around my body. Holding me.

Diana sat in the lounge chair, hugging her knees close to her chest. A small, hitching sigh wracked throughout her. She inspected her hand for the thousandth time, peering at those crescent-shaped marks that Hecate's touch had left on her skin. They looked like tiny tattoos, drawn with black lines and resembling little moons. She had one on the inside of her wrist, another on that soft part beneath her thumb, and another right in the middle of her palm.

I'm eighteen and think Jeremy needs a tattoo date with me. "What do you want to get? I'm always down for a tattoo." Do I really want to get a tattoo? What should I get? "A sparrow. It would be in all black ink. I would get it on my right forearm." I point to my forearm and show Jeremy exactly how big I want my tattoo to be. "I think I would get a semi-colon. On my left wrist," Jeremy says.

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”