Interstellar Black Hole Tattoo Novels & Stories

How could she tell him that his every touch exhilarated and frightened her in equal measure? “Then we should do something about it.” Behind his head, Calleigh could see the Byzantine white domes, arches, and sharp spires of St. Marco’s Basilica. Sunset caressed his handsome face in warm reddish-pink light. “Here, querida.” Gabriel took the coat he’d carried on his arm and wrapped it around her. He was so handsome, Calleigh thought in a daze, as she tied the belt of her coat. So starkly powerful, wearing a black coat over a black shirt and black pants.

She was sure of that. “Well, I could compare you to the stars as well. Should I?” he chuckled and then went on. “Sometimes so distant and far away they seem so untouchable. However, the lights they shine are timeless in the way we understand time here on earth. Sometimes they make things out of nothing, and others, they can destroy everything around them, but that doesn’t change how they look as they sparkle against the darkness around them. They are also a beacon of hope and have a calming effect on people like me and you. Knowing that we once came to this planet as nothing more than spots of dust on a rock. Their beauty is everlasting, and people will see them in lifetimes before and after

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.

It was my name! My cheeks flushed red as my toes curled. That tattoo wasn't new. Then my eyes dropped to the others. It felt like his skin was a story I wasn't allowed to read. It started at his throat, black ink. Sharp, spiked lines that dragged down the column of his neck, split over his collarbone, and bloomed. The tattoo. It wasn't flowers or tribal...it was sigils, interlocking. Quite ancient like someone carved a spell into him with a blade instead of a needle.

Hatch, who came every Tuesday with three garbage bags of laundry and always fell asleep in the plastic chair had one eye open. "Fine," Sera said. "Muscle cramp." He closed his eye again. She waited until his breathing went slow and even. Then she pulled the collar of her long-sleeve shirt aside and looked. The mark was already there. Fully formed, like it had always been under her skin and the burning had just been it waking up. A rune … angular at the edges but curved at the center, like all the others. It sat directly below her collarbone and glowed faintly silver in the bad fluorescent light.

Stated Stasia, chuckling slightly. “I am your Alpha; you are my mate. So, yes you will be the Luna of my pack. Security isn’t up to you. I get to decide that missy.” I said as I took a drink of my coffee. Putting my hand up Stasia shirt, wanting to touch her skin. “Did you just get this tattoo?” I lifted her tank to check out the tattoo. It looked like iridescent gothic wings. The ink was risen slightly, and looked like it has silver flake in it, making it look like glitter.

I reached the blanket and collapsed. "Dante," I whispered, reaching out to touch his face. He was cold. Not just "slum-winter" cold, but "Void-cold"—the kind of temperature that only exists in the spaces between stars. His skin was the color of marble, and his white-star tattoos had vanished completely, leaving behind smooth, unmarked flesh. He looked peaceful, which was the greatest insult of all. Dante Thorne was a warrior; he wasn't supposed to look peaceful. He was supposed to look like he was ready to bite the world's throat out.

It's normal for wolves to present late John", Alexandra groaned in annoyance. "Shut-up pup, It is normal", John agreed." But somehow something feels off about this and that thing in your back and arm-" "It's a tattoo", Allen piped up." A pretty one of the moon and star". "Wait what? Let me see". Alexandra had no choice but to lift her hoodie up and display the tattoo like pictorial on her back to Liam. The alpha gasped taking a step back. "I've-", he stuttered." I've seen that before-those lines of star and moon".

It hurts. But at the same time... My eyes wander off to his bare chest. The tattoos intricate on his back, changing patterns each time his muscles flex wonderfully. I wonder where he'd get those from? I mean, damn... His tattoos are so fucking big you'd think he's hiding something underneath them. I snicker to myself, shaking inwardly at the thought. Anyone with a brain would know that Hunter Ysrael... is an open book. I'd seen many adults look at him like they've gotten him all figured out.

It is rarely tattooed onto the arm. She pinched the strap of her backpack and squinted her dark and translucent eyes. The whole person's momentum instantly became cold. She could almost tell at a glance that it was not an ordinary tattoo, but a sign of an organization. Black Angel. She did not know when there was such a mysterious force in the world, and she could estimate that the organization was absolutely not ordinary, just that the miniature robot explosive pack had so easy access to the heavily protected base. The most important thing is, Qingshi, this small place, how can this kind of power appear?