Hidden Semicolon Tattoo Novels & Stories

I said. "Much more," Marisol said. "The spiral is already being used in posts about Hidden Stitch. People are drawing it. Tattooing it." She paused. "Three people have already gotten it as a tattoo." I looked at the phone. At the spiral. At Noah's caption. At seventy three thousand. "He designed a brand symbol that people are tattooing onto themselves," I said. "He's five years old," Marisol said. "And yes." I put the phone down.

The gentle jest lightened her mood—though a lump of unease still settled in her belly, reminding her that the world was not nearly as simple as she wished it to be. She raised her hand, examining the marking more closely, noting how it seemed to pulse with a life of its own. This faint black lining resembled a tattoo of secrecy. “This resembles more of a tattoo of secrecy, and it makes so much sense.” A tattoo of secrecy, also known as a promise of secrets is a mana oath taken by mages, promising secrecy, binding their fates. Such oaths weren’t valid without a third party present to enforce its weight; demons, spirits, archmages, or even vampires might serve that role.

The hoodie draped loosely over his head, obscuring his face, but the flicker of city lights occasionally illuminated the sharp lines of his jaw and the hints of a sinister smirk playing on his lips. The wind picked up, a fierce breeze whipping across the rooftop and causing the hood to flutter. As the fabric shifted, it revealed a chiseled, muscular torso adorned with intricate tattoos, each line telling a story of violence, power, and mystery. Prominently displayed on the left side of his chest was a large, bold tattoo—the words *Nosce Hostem* inked in a jagged, menacing script that seemed almost to pulse with life against his skin. The tattoo, a clear message, spoke of a deep connection to

It’s like a really faint tattoo without the ink. I shut the water off so I can look at it closely. It’s an infinity mark with a single vertical band running around the middle, and two dots on both ends of the band.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Rylin's POV Amy and I walked into her Rouge house. The place was fascinating, pictures of rouges down every hall, pictures of the Alphas and pack names on certain halls. They still identified with their packs even the ones who had been tossed. Then they're was the one hall that stood out the most 'Hidden' is what it said. We turned down that hall and it was pictures of rouge Alpha and Betas starting back from centuries all the way until it led to Davina and Amy's pictures. This place was beautiful, a story on every corner. Something they all can be proud of. If only it was so easy for others. She made this a home for them.

We apologized and promised to clean up our mess. Thereafter, he said that he had a surprise for me. He took me into what looked like a luxury spa, but to my joy, it was a very fancy tattoo parlor. I had once told him about a tattoo I had secretly always wanted to get but never found the courage or the right people to do it for me. I even described what I wanted to him. The tattoo artist showed me the design he prepared, and I was dumbstruck. It was exactly what I wanted. Daniel explained the process and how long it would take, and because it was on my back, it might hurt a bit. He said that I could think it over and we could come back if I decided I still wanted it. I really wanted the tatto

Maverick smirked and just replied, “You are such a fool. If you don't come to my office right now and bring your hacking devices, I'll freeze your account.” The man on the other side was taking a bite of his KFC chicken when he heard what his cousin said and he almost choked. He quickly cut the call and picked up all the things he needed before rushing to Madon's company. If his cousin freezes his account like he just threatened, he will have no choice but to go back. And he is not ready to go back to that conceited, selfish, cunning, and cruel family. His heart contracts painfully every day cause he has to hide the real truth of the accident from Maverick. If the secret were to be revealed,

What horrific thing could he be hiding from me? "We...we should probably go get the tattoos now. Tattoo reveal after?" He simply just smirks slightly and nods. 30 Minutes Later "What did you get?" I ask as we walk out of the tattoo shop. I'm in absolute pain but at least I can now say I have a spine tattoo. He points to his neck and it says the word 'ephemeral'. "What does it mean?" I ask. "Something that lasts for a short time. What about you?" "Did you know what tattoo I was going to get?"

I said. Veronica nodded. “True, committed members of the underground, were gifted the tattoo. They were prized, a rite of passage. I knew that if Terry was in the organization, as Julian had thought, then he would take pride in his tattoo, no matter how dangerous it would be for someone like him to have one.” Julian came around to the front of the couch and sat in a stand-alone chair from which he could see us and the door. I appreciated his watchfulness. No one would be able to sneak in or even crack the door enough to listen without his keen observational skills picking up on it.