Horcruxes Tattoo Novels & Stories

There is no point in doing anything right now so I keep quiet. The whole place is filled with scary-looking tattoed dudes. Bored, I started noticing the scary guy's tattoos. It's a skull, a red skull with wings and a cross. The tattoo is bright and dull at the same time. The cross it clutches seems more like a trophy than a symbol of hope, stained with a history whispered only in faded scars. Bright and dull, a paradox mirroring the struggle between survival and surrender. Art sure is fascinating. Someone walked up to him just then. He looks me up and down, "who is this, chick."

It's a purple strapless double head vibrating dildo. I heard Hecate chuckle a little. "I miss seeing you blush my love." Hecate said, then crawled on top of me. Hecate captured my lips into a searing kiss. Then Hecate pulled herself up, kneeling between my parted thighs. I can see her beautiful slender body, my eyes roamed her body. Then as my eyes roamed her body, I can see a tattoo on her ribcage. A tattoo of my name. My name is spelled in Greek.

I faced the palace gates, about to break it open. Then— I felt a tug by something invisible on my arm. Not enough to harm me but enough to get my attention. I turned. He was short, thin. A crooked nose. Eyes that gleamed too much in the dark. A tattoo burned across his shoulder—the mark of the Horax. It pulsed red and black like it was still alive. He smiled with crooked teeth. I glared at him. “You again?”

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Both cobras faced each other in their defense position on his midriff, their fangs in display, and their forked tongues stuck out. She didn't see the whole tattoos as his towel covered them; she knew the cobras extended to his crotch. At least she completely saw the diabolic tattoo of a furious wolf on his right breast. Beads of water trickled from his damp hair down to his face. Strands of his wet hair fell over his forehead, as his hair was unkempt. Steams erupted from his body like he doused himself in a boiling tub.

she asked, with furrowed brows and glistening eyes. “The moment we stepped in the cave” answered Hector, hoarsely. “Oh”… Among their useless chatter, David Crotina walked to the dead body of the stray and noticed a strange pattern on his neck. A circle, with a straight line piercing through it tattooed in black in ink. It was familiar. He had seen this before. His fingers traced it and he realised it wasn’t an ordinary tattoo. It was a spell. A shadow magic spell. “Alexis come over here!” David called.

Her voice reverberated through me, it sounded familiar and drew me to her. I turned my head to see the woman we had been hunting. She was hanging from a hook on the ceiling, her clothes ripped, and her back gashed beyond recognition, her shirt hanging in strands. I cringed her back looked painful. Her piercing green eyes were glaring at the man and her beautiful long black hair was a tangled mess around her elvish face, falling over her shoulder. Her slim body is toned and curvy where it counts. Tattoos lined her neck and spine consisting of ancient Celtic symbols, with vines weaving around them, connecting to the tree of life tattooed on her right rib cage. The symbol of the maiden, mother

Now that we were shorter than an arm, I was sure that the tattoo that represented his capital sin was not the only drawing on his beautiful and contemplative olive skin. There were also more of those curved thorns descending to his strong abdomen, and I swore to have seen the tail of a snake drawn so that it went up through the gummies of his belly, before he noticed my look and I had to disguise it with the first thing that came in my head "maybe at that moment I forgot that he probably already knew what was going "You make it seem like there are parts in hell that are not fire and blood, Vraxlon.”

“The one I cut on the back?” I blinked at her. “You mean the little asswipe with the shitty tattoo who wanted to fuck up my pretty face with his brass knuckles? Yeah, I’m fairly positive I don’t care if he’s okay. But from the way he lit out of there like his tail was on fire, I’d say he’s just fine.” “It wasn’t a shitty tattoo,” she mumbled. “It was the eye of Horus. Some thought it was a symbol to ward off evil, but it’s actually supposed to symbolize healing.”

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c