Horcruxes Tattoo Novels & Stories

Then it became worth my attention. I leaned in. The figure moved fast—too fast to spot anything in the first frame. The second frame was where I caught almost everything I wanted. First a flash, then a forearm exposed as the man pivoted to fire. And then I saw a mark, the undeniable prove that the man was indeed the guy I’ve suspected he was. He had a tattoo. This wasn’t the kind of fancy snake tattoos you got on a dare or during a midlife crisis. This mark had a meaning that was too familiar to ignore. An ouroboros curled around a caduceus—medicine’s polite way of saying “We hold your life by the throat.”

That every wish of mine would be fulfilled with him by my side. Laying down on my pillow without feeling any pain, I fell in a deep sleep. The very deep sleep that seemed like forever. On waking up, I felt much pain in my back. Something felt like a huge wound on my back, I rushed to the mirror to check what it was that was paining me so much. To find out, it was a bat tattoo. I didn't cry instead I felt so happy.

“You should ask Amy. All I know is that we need to perform three cleansings over three days on you and your friend, in order to rid you guys of all your parasites without leaving an open wound. Then, you can come into the Manor, and we can perform the ritual to unchain Ku— the shadow.” He narrowed his eyes. “You had a name for it.” “I call him Kujo.” He tried not to laugh and failed. “Oh, right! Like Stephen King’s novel Cujo!” “Well, he’s big and angry and dangerous like a rabid Saint Bernard, right?” “Right!” He laughed heartedly a moment longer. “Sorry. You’re just full of surprises, young lady.” “Go figure, old man.” He elbowed me, laughing out loud again. When he calmed down, he took an

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

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

"Y—You actually possess such immense, divine power!" My lips curl into a mocking smirk as the completely shredded remains of my shirt fall away from my upper body, revealing my heavily muscled, bare physique to the entire room. A dark, terrifyingly majestic tattoo of a black dragon with glowing red eyes is coiled tightly across my chest, its primal design incredibly vivid and lifelike against my skin.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

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.

The sight of her, resplendent in her multicolored fur, with the unmistakable marking of a pizza slice tattoo etched upon her shoulder, down to her belly, stirred something within him. In that moment, he knew with a certainty that resonated deep within his soul—she was the one. The chosen vessel through which the goddess would deliver salvation to their land which was about to be polluted by corrupt power. With the crescent moon emblazoned upon her forehead, she stood as a beacon of hope in the encroaching darkness, a symbol of the ancient power that coursed through her veins.

Summer was present. It was a very strong and humid sun, the pirates could barely stand the heat, they were all on their backs. Igor was looking at his map. His body was hot, his hair was wet from sweat. Kataleya approached. “ Why the Triquetra tattoo? Igor: “ It means eternity! Kataleya: “ Eternity of what? Igor stared: “ I don't know, tell me! Igor extended his hand, so that Kataleya could read her destiny. Kataleya touched his hand and shook her head.