Horcruxes Tattoo Novels & Stories

Scar kissed her neck softly as she traced every line of the ink as if she was re-inking them herself. A large skull was surrounded by an array of roses. A Christian cross in the back, behind the skull, stuck out to Lani because of the dove perched on it so innocently. Scar's tattoos were a mixture of dark and light, they described him perfectly. The same happened on his arms, one was decorated with the ideas of Satan, the other those of holy angels.

Another piece of myself ripped from myself as she dies. And there is absolutely nothing I can do. The loud buzz of the tattoo gun brings me back to the present. I glance down at my arm as I get some retouching finished and the new tattoo of her signature from her last letter. My friend Axel has been my tattoo artist since the 13th century. He's like me. A creature that lives forever, doesn't die, and is just here. His other half isn't cursed like mine is. A curse that takes her away from me. He has had his agapitós (beloved) since he was 22 in human years.

“No.” I said firmly. “I must insist. Yo-” the doctor stepped forward “You touch me with that needle and I won’t be the only one with a concussion.” I threatened. “I saw your tattoo. You can’t be afraid of needles.” Janine said. Damn, I had a massive tattoo of my wolf on my back. She was pure white, which is a symbol of royalty. “What is your tattoo of?” Axel asked.

Skeletal branches reached skyward, and bats hung in eerie stillness, painting a haunting scene that captured Dexter's supernatural essence. However, in the spaces where the serpent's dance couldn't reach, a captivating addition emerged – 3D hexagons. Meticulously detailed, these hexagons adorned the gaps between serpentine coils, each bearing a hypnotic depth as if opening gateways to unseen dimensions. Astrid marveled at the Byzantine canvas that adorned Dexter's skin, each tattoo weaving a tale of his mystique. The unequivocal talent of Dexter's tattoo artist shone through the baroque details and captivating designs inked on his skin. It was evident that the person behind those masterpiece

He quickly grabbed the sharp knife in his coat with his other hand and attack Zitrey, however as quick as lightning his opponent get a hold of his hand once again, without even blinking and taking away her gaze at Z. Since awhile ago, when X kicked this scaredy-cat's ass, her stare didn't leave at Z's nape as it shows a peculiar tattoo; a silver moon with a skull inside of it. The skull was penetrated by a dark blue bullet on its frontal lobe. Black clouds surround the skull and the silver moon as if it symbolizes 'death' or 'darkness'. Seeing this Zitrey cold expression became darker. "X sort out your things immediately." their Boss commanded. He still wears that warm aura yet has a cool an

It moved under his skin, devouring the healthy tissue, replacing it with something harder, darker. The ink hit his shoulder. It surged across his chest. It hit the "Keyhole" scar—the brand he had borne since childhood. The Keyhole didn't fight the black ink. It opened. The blackness swirled into the Keyhole, filling it, then exploded outward in intricate, jagged geometric patterns. They looked like tribal tattoos, but they throbbed with a sickly, necrotic light. The Curse of the Usurper. [SYSTEM CRITICAL UPDATE]

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

I almost forgot about that tattoo it's a tracker info tattoo yes they have it, and its color is like the LGBTQ flag and has a code, Then Shun Yu has a tattoo too and shocking that she has this tattoo on her wrists like she's louring an enemy, and yeah Her Society has an enemy, it's called Scorpions it is top-secret info but I know of course. "can I put on my wrists too?" I ask she glare at me and I smile sweetly, "well okay if that's what you want" I said it like she didn't even care then. >>> *Shun* "So who is this new Slave of yours.." GP asks she's my best friend and one of the King's.

There is no way she will call this a one night event when I’m through with her. /Luna Gwyneth-/ Alba starts and I cut him off. Fuck plans, strategies and plots. This…this is something. It might be Dark Arts, she could be a fucking witch for all I care but all I know is I need to have her. She tugs away my tshirt and gasps at my tattoos. “They’re amazing,” she coos, her fingers trailing over the intricately patterned artwork covering my shoulders, pecs and back. Black twisted ropes, dots, stars and swirling, ancient texts cover me. I should explain them to her but I am already dizzied by the strength of her arousal. She strokes the patterns around my shoulders as I tend to the raindrops on he

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”