Horcruxes Tattoo Novels & Stories

“The Raven. Known as the harbinger of death. Marked in her rebirth, granting ultimate authority within her title. And yet, in all her glory, eventually came to a slow, excruciating end. One where she, despite her best efforts, was unable to prevent the death of our lineage.” “…No…,” I whispered. But she was right. I could keep lying to myself, keep refusing to look… but there was certainly more than just a raven tattoo there…. It was almost like… bite marks. Semi-circles littering my skin, overlapping in their design to the point where it was almost impossible to make out what they were. …Unless you knew. Unless you knew exactly what you were looking at. And if someone is marked with a doubl

The once beautiful canvas of his phoenix tattoo is now topped with another set of prints that aren’t part of the art I admired. With blurry eyes, I tumbled out of bed and kneeled between his legs. There, a heartbreaking sight of bullet and knife scars met my gaze. On his right chest, the Outlaws’ insignia was marked with an X. I’m sure a knife did it from the smooth edge of the scar. And on his left side were two bullet wounds, barely missing his liver. But below his left breast, the words ‘corazón para la muñeca’ were written in cursive writing. [heart for the doll]

Jem runs a hand through his hair sighing as he watches her go. "Let's get this over with, shall we?" Mr. Rux claps his hands together breaking through the ice of awkwardness surrounding us. He steps up to my right side holding up two tattoo stencils of a howling wolf. One is plain, the outline of a wolf howling at a moon. The other looks the same but with more decorations. There's dotted line work surrounding the wolf and it's standing on shaded ground. It's actually really pretty. If it didn't stand for what it does it's a tattoo I would happily get. "Which one?" Mr. Rux asks pretending as if giving me this choice means I'm choosing to get the tattoo. "Neither." I deadpan making Mr. Rux sig

I had rushed into the bathroom to freshen up, taking a look at my figure in the mirror, I was blessed with green eyes I had gotten from my mother who passed when I was born, and my light brown curls from my father, my hands traced up to the Tattoo imprinted behind my nape that was shaped like the crescent half moon, I had it since the day I was born, my father had told me to cover it, That he would explain to me when I was older what it was, but that day never came, he warned me that no one should see it, and I’ve used turtleneck gowns and my hair to cover it ever since. My hand traced the moon-shaped imprint, it felt like a thrumming shock anytime I touched it like I was being called to som

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.

he replied, She seemed quiet, with her dark hair and straight face, she wasn't one you could flirt with and escape with your body complete. Daren noticed a tattoo on her arm, "Nice tattoo" he said, "And yours" she replied, Hers seemed familiar, two swords pointing left and right, a serpent in the middle, daren stared at it till it clicked, "Sigil of house horak" he thought, "Strange, I know that tattoo" daren said staring at her, her face changed and at once it went back to her curious look, she definitely knew,

His eyes, a startling shade of amber, held a stillness that felt ancient. “I need a cover-up,” he said, his voice a low rumble. He shrugged off his leather jacket and revealed an old, poorly done tattoo on his left pectoral, right over his heart. It was a mess of faded lines, but beneath the jumbled ink, Sloane could see the faint, elegant shape of a Celtic knot. “Something to bind it. To make it permanent.”

“They don’t want to kill you, Nova. They want to use you.” I sat down hard on the edge of the second bed with my hands shaking. Cruz crouched in front of me. “But they won’t, because you’re not leaving my sight again.” “You think you can protect us?” “I know I can.” “How?” He stood, pulling his shirt up. There it was, the Hellborn Kings insignia tattoo I remembered from five years ago. But underneath it… was a new mark and a line slashed through the symbol. “You left the Kings?”

"I'll be enjoying every moment of it." My cheeks are steaming red and glancing over at Galina, she is also blushing with her gaze downcast. She proffers me her hand and I wordlessly take it as I'm burning with fury inside over the dastard. My eyes catch sight of the tattoo on his muscled upper arm. The black ink of the Christian Cross encircled by a fierce Dragon, made a dramatic striking contrast against his fair skin. Some girls would think it was bad of a guy, however, to me it was bad news about a guy.

He raises it over a golden bowl and allows several drops to fall into the bowl with a hiss. “You may sit and receive your mark.” Mr streeter steps to the side to allow Will to make his way over to the tattoo man. He sits bending forward to allow the man access to the back of his neck. The tattoo man picks up the needle and starts his work. All Hunters receive the same mark, two crossed swords encircled by a snake. The ink used is laced with magic which is what gives us our heightened gifts. I watch in interest as the tattoo is completed, will the gift present itself straight away? It differs from hunter to hunter. Some may feel the power awakening in there bodies whilst others take longer to