Interstellar Black Hole Tattoo Novels & Stories

Ang mga ito ay mas maliit, mas mabilis, at tila gawa sa Liquid Light. ​"Interstellar vessel, identify yourselves," isang malamig na boses ang pumasok sa kanilang comms. "You are entering the airspace of the United Earth Protectorate." ​"Ako si Xander Black," madiing sagot ni Xander. "Kasama ko ang pamilya ko. Naka-deploy kami sa Mars Mission ng NEA." ​Katahimikan. Isang mahabang katahimikan. ​"Xander Black?" ang boses ng operator ay biglang nanginig. "Ang... Ang Unang Wolf? Imposible. Patay na ang pamilya Black simula noong Great Disappearance ng 2026."

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

But I was at peace when I saw the kids were taken care of in a parental manner. I flinched when I scented earthy musk and decided to investigate. It took me thirty seconds to find Ian. He was smoking in a corner, hiding from plain sight but there was something strange. He was backing me and was shirtless. The strange thing was the large tattoo, well made and designed, on his back. It almost looked unreal. It was the head of a cheetah. Its eyes were blue and its mouth was open, with powerful teeth protruding from its muscular jaws. You could see the details of its whiskers and spots were visible as well but in lighter shades of black.

"Don't let the gravity pull the song out of you." ​The Abyssal Anchor finally came into view. It was a brutalist spike of obsidian and chrome, a needle of 21st-century human arrogance thrust into the eye of a god. It wasn't powered by the sun or the roots; it was powered by the Hawking Radiation bleeding off the black hole’s edge. ​The Ghosts of the Board ​They docked with a jarring metallic clang. As the airlock cycled, the atmosphere that rushed in was stale, smelling of ozone, expensive leather, and Unchanging Time.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

"The Moon is a graveyard of radioactive dust and shattered silver! There’s no air, no gravity—" "There’s a relay," Leo said, his eyes fixing on a point in space only he could see. "The Blackwood Relay. It’s built into the lunar core. If I can get us there, I can use the relay to amplify my voice. I can call the 'inerts' from the Rift. I can tell them the Star is back."

He doesn’t flinch away from the hot, chamomile scented water. “I’m sorry,” I rush out, fisting a handful of napkins and thrusting them in his direction, but he grabs my wrist before I touch him. Tattoos stretch from his wrists to his fingers. Stars, I realize. A map of the heavens. Constellations and planets in faded black ink. I look up into his face, but he’s… wearing a mask. It’s a black mask that covers all but his mouth and the outline of his sharp jaw. His eyes shine behind the fabric, but it’s otherwise… simple, yet jarring.

Dante has another tattoo that consumes his whole back and that tattoo is of the night sky, a full moon, and the planets in their rotation around the full moon, the color work on the planets almost makes them seem life-like. Dante closed the distance in the shower between us in about half a stride, “Penny for your thoughts?” “You need to eat more.” I said as I poked his hip bones. Dante chuckled as he leaned into me and kissed his mark right above my breast. A small moan left my mouth, he kissed his mark again, this time he bit me softly, as his hand trailed up my thigh, to my stomach, to my breast. I felt my body react to his touch, my nipples hardened, my core wettened itself. Dante inhaled

His long black hair is tied in a bun at the back of his head, I see his look is like a knife, sharp and galactic colonies when he sees me. I have a feeling that his skin is the color of the galactic colonies of a blood moon and black tattoos run over his bare chest. Then, I realize that all the lines are precise and symmetrical on both sides of the body, I see that they start at his neck and travel like a maze over the rest of him, disappearing under the waistband of a ripped black jeans. He is a vision of dark virility. "Bom DIA, Karin Iwasaki," Deese Ale.

Xander snarls, rejecting her explanation, too angry to see beyond it. “The Order of Three, but those that know about it call it the order.” She unzips her jacket, and her friends match her movements, moving in unison. Together, they pull their collar away from their necks, revealing a tattoo where a mate mark should sit. A triple moon is etched into the skin with black ink. The center moon has a key and arrow crossed with a paw sitting in the center, holding the components in place.