Horcruxes Tattoo Novels & Stories

When Queenie accidentally touched the Hexbloom, Felix had to treat her immediately, leaving her in nothing but underwear due to the unusual circumstances. In that vulnerable state, he could not help but notice every detail of her body, including places he should not have seen. On Queenie's back, near her right shoulder, there was an intriguing tattoo that initially appeared to be a cobra's head but also resembled a skull upon closer inspection. The design was particularly striking with its red-inked edges, and Felix could not help but recall seeing it somewhere before.

She pressed herself against the wall, peeking through the gap. Father Zerus stood with his back to her, his cassock already on the floor, his broad shoulders bare. He was reaching for a clean shirt when she saw it—the tattoo that covered his left shoulder blade. It is a serpent, coiled around a dagger, its scales , its eyes burning with an inner fire. The dagger was stained with drops of blood, and beneath it, a single word was etched in elegant script: Sosa. Krystal's blood turned to ice. The club. The night she had been so drunk she could barely stand. The man she had walked into, the man whose hand she had grabbed, dragging him through the crowd. The man she had kissed before he had pushe

As she unbuttoned his shirt, she noticed the tattoo of a horse on his neck which was mostly concealed by his shirt. "This is one of Christopher Stallion's men," she said. "What?" "Look at him," she said, pointing to the tattoo. "That is impossible," the governor incredulously. "My men are all trusted men." "But he has the tattoo of a horse on his neck. It would interest you to know that Stallion has a similar tattoo, and so does every member of his gang. Do you doubt it? I have a tattoo of a scorpion on my back because I am a Black Scorpion. All the members of the gangs have tattoos on their bodies."

Grace nearly dropped the soap. Scars, large and small, crossed his torso. She'd seen bullet scars before. There were two right next to each other under his left arm. She was so focused on the terrible scars that she barely noticed the black, abstract, curvilinear tattoos on his chest and shoulders. They were fierce, with what looked like stylized talons interwoven with curving, concentric whiplash curves. He was bruised almost black on his right side. More tattoos covered his wrists and elbows in precise, flowing patterns made up of repeating geometric shapes. The burn scar on his left hand was part of a larger burn that marred the tattoo right up to his elbow.

she teased, biting her lip as she lifted the fabric of his shirt, until something between his tattoos, near his chest, caught her attention "Hey, wait... What is it?" "I told you." he smiled, as she ran her fingers over the new tattoo on his skin that was still no more than a few lines without shading or depth, but she could already understand what image it was forming "We, wolves, have the habit of immortalizing those we love in our skins. And it's been too long for me to do this with the person I love most." Hunter kissed her temple "So while I was having a long meeting with the cougars today, I ended up asking one of the pack's tattoo artists to do the first sketch for me. Don't worry, it

I said while fiddling my fingers. "You do not have to thank me. I'd happily eliminate every last one of those cowards from the entire region," he said tightly. I noticed his jaw was set and couldn't help but take in his features. His black hair feathered across his eyebrows and I watched as he ran his hand through it to brush it away from his eyes. His full lips were set in a frown as if he was picturing eliminating the witch hunters in his mind. I also noticed the tattoo that ran from his neck and down to his shoulder. The abstract design framed a triple goddess moon symbol with a dagger that impaled the inner circle. This brought my thoughts back to the night before and Tor's magnificent p

Around the clown's body were tiny, almost indiscernible symbols and lines that seemed to move and shift when viewed from different angles. It was as though they were alive, hiding some kind of hidden message or meaning. As I looked closer, I realized that the clown was not alone. There were other, even stranger creatures lurking in the background, almost like a circus of horrors. A towering tentacled monster, a demonic goat, and a spider with multiple heads are all expertly woven into the tattoo design. Then I approached Clark and asked him directly, "What kind of man was Hunter Grey, and why are the witches searching for him?"

Inside the egg was a little creature as small as a kitten, it was the most startling blue colour that anyone had ever seen with shiny scales and tiny little horns on either side of its head above ears like a cow's and its big round eyes that looked at those gathered with as much curiosity as they looked back at it were a brilliant gold like its new lord's as it sat it licked off the sticky fluid that covered its body. "Go on and hold it, it does belong to you afterall" Sikorra said and she came closer reaching out a tentative hand to touch its head and her vision blurred as a shock she would later described as white hot fury raced up her spine and seemed to focus at a point on the inner side

“Yes. Ren is literally a Samurai. He’s a warrior, and his family a descendant to a noble class of ancient Japan Society.” Once Lucius was done working on the pentagram, he asked us to step into each corner. “Don’t let anyone’s hands go no matter what. As soon as I cast the incantation, you hold each other’s hand.” “Can I choose where I want my tattoo?” Theia asked. I shook my head as I held Theia’s hand and Nora’s. On the other side was Lucius. He began chanting, and the surge of wind surrounded us. “I forgot to tell you guys that it hurts.” Just as he finished talking, Theia started screaming. He was right it fucking hurt like my skin was burned by a torch or something.

Kareena says as she and Azura enter the room, holding drinks. “I’m a big boy now, Uncle Dan. I’m not a kid anymore.” Corrado states. It’s the holidays and the reason that he’s allowed to be out there for a short while longer. “Twenty minutes Cherub, then you've got to go to bed too, ok?” Azura says, placing the drinks on the table. She looks fucking fine… She got a tattoo a couple days ago, the biggest one she has so far. It’s about three inches by three inches long on her left thigh. It’s a little family of voodoo dolls. There are two little voodoo dolls with the names Leo and Azura above them. They’re holding the hands of two mini voodoo dolls. One is a little larger and one is a tiny baby