Interstellar Black Hole Tattoo Novels & Stories

Hunter leaned up pressing his lips on hers as he kissed her passionately. She broke the kiss panting when his eyes fell on something on the wall behind her. It was a mirror in which her back was showing and his eyes widened. He abruptly turned her around before pushing her front on the bed under him as he stared at the tattoo on her back. It was a huge skull that had flowers growing out of it covering the whole of her back. He was grabbing her waist but he noticed how she stiffened. "H...Hunter, I... I..." She couldn't form words as tears gathered in her eyes. His eyes widened when he realized something. He abruptly pulled her up in a sitting position. She didn't have to say it but he realis

Jax POV We sit in silence as time passes, and finally, Cole steps back. I glance in the mirror. There, over my heart, is a tattoo of her lips in the bright red she always wears. “Dhalia” is written above them, and “Blake” below. It’s perfect. I watch as Chase tells Cole to add Blake’s name to his tattoo as well. In Blake’s mind, we’ll all have the same tattoo when we show her tomorrow. He has no clue about this.

Axel snarled. Gary struggled, twisting wildly. His shirt tore down the back and both Axel and I froze. Because on Gary’s upper back was a tattoo. A black crescent moon split by a thin blade, four small lines around it like broken compass points, and a tiny drop of blood at the bottom. Shock crashed through me in waves. Gary was part of the Black Meridian Order.

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.