Interstellar Black Hole Tattoo Novels & Stories

He shifted so that she could look at his back. Sybil reached up and touched the design that looked like a deep black tattoo between his shoulder blades. It was a circle like the others she saw. The interior crossing designs that came to the edge and from what she’d been told all held meaning. It was a mark of their bond, their souls and a blessing of the moon goddess. She noticed that some of the lines spilled outside the circle unlike others she saw. Small little curls that reminded her of ivy stems. It was beautiful to her. Aries suppressed a shiver as her hands touched him. One moving over the design and it immediately made his body jump. He looked at her over his shoulder. “I wish to see

He quickly put his hands down and unbuttoned his shirt, then looked at the left side of his chest and saw a tattoo where there was once a clear patch of skin. The tattoo was of a very colorful galaxy, there was a large circle in the middle with a black line forming loops around it, there were two smaller circles, one above the big circle and one under the big circle, the whole piece was colorful and beautiful. "Daisuke, where did this tattoo come from?" [That would be the trace of the stone. It forms a barrier on the outside of your body. This is to protect your body. There will also be a mark of sorts on your soul to make the protection hold. This means that it's permanent.]

"What did you see?" Swallowing hard again, Janus lifts the sheet lower and shows me a small tattoo on Hyden's chest. It's not the spot for when you find your mate. It's not that red tattoo either that turns black when you find your fated partner. It's just in normal black ink. But that's not what catches my attention. What makes me reel back is the tattoo itself. A six-pointed star. "No," I whisper in half denial. "That's a coincidence. That can’t be right."

I resisted the urge to fan myself as my body temperature shot up. Other than bulky muscles, black ink marked his back with various tattoos. My brain had melted the moment I saw his hot, muscular body, so before I could think about it, I took a step in his direction and then a few more until I had a clear view of his tattoos. At a little distance down the neck, there was a tattoo that portrayed eight phases of the moon in a horizontal alignment. On the right side of his back, the anatomy of a wolf heart was tattooed with blood dripping down in drops. A date, 12-08-1994, was etched beneath the wolf's heart.

He studied her expression before asking, “What do you want?” “A lot.” Azrael answered and jumped from the stairs, “You can give me a few.” she pointed to the Mark under his scapula, it looked like a simple tattoo if you wouldn’t stare into it, but in reality, it looks like a fresh burn Mark made by blacksmiths as it actually glows and burns, “Do you know any other celestials that live among humans?”

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

Milkyway Galaxy, outside the solar system A young man with symmetrical and sharp facial features stood in front of a small group of ten. His hair was white as was the beard he let grow in both sides of his cheek and his jaw. On both sides of his head, his ears looked as if covered by a seal, and long antennas stretched from them reaching an inch above his head. He had his right hand resting on the left part of his chest and on it was the beautiful life-like tattoo of a white lotus.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

“Dr. Felix Lewis.” “Felix!” I said, the name tearing out of me. “I know that name.” My mouth opened stupidly, then shut again as if the sound of it had stripped me bare. “Does your husband happen to have a small tattoo of an angel at the nape of his neck? White hair? Big rim glasses?” Stella’s hand flew to her throat. She nodded, almost frantic. “Yes! Yes! That’s him. He got the tattoo when Noarah was born—oh my God—”

She had only glimpsed parts of it before, but even from across the room she could see the design. A two-headed eagle. “What?” He followed her stare and looks down at his tattoo. “Oh. This,” he said. “It’s a folly of youth.” He sounded a little embarrassed, and he frowned, seemingly puzzled by her keen interest. She couldn’t take her eyes off the ink as she walked toward him. He raised his elbow so she could have a better look. Inscribed across his biceps was a black shield bearing the image of an ivory two-headed eagle hovering over five yellow circles that are in the shape of an inverted V.