Ivar The Boneless Tattoo Novels & Stories

The rain followed them until dusk. By nightfall, the city gates stood behind them. Varethis burned red against the horizon. Lyra didn’t look back. The Bone Crown sat hidden beneath a black wool hood, wrapped in strips of cloth to keep its glow from bleeding through the fabric. It still pulsed against her temples like a second heartbeat. North. Always north. Cassian rode beside her in silence. He shouldn’t have been upright. The wound beneath his ribs had been stitched twice. Blood still seeped through the bandages beneath his coat whenever the horse shifted beneath him. He’d said exactly nothing about it for the last six hours.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

she yells back, then pulls away from the curb. I watch her taillights disappear down the empty street, my stomach doing little flips. I’ve wanted this tattoo for months. A delicate vine of roses curling over my left hip bone. Something pretty and feminine and mine. Tonight feels perfect. The air is cool, the city quiet, and I’m finally doing it.

I left his lips and moved my lips to his throat while my hands felt his sculpted abs,like he was carved out of the finest marble. I grazed my finger on his tattoo he had just below his right nipple. "It's a symbol from Roman mythology which signifies bravery and readiness for sacrifice for a good cause."He explained me about the beautiful tattoo.There were many on his back and biceps,most of them inked to hide his scars from old fights.I dropped a wet kiss on it and then trailed downwarda whereas my hand moved to his awakening member.

Blair asked, “Who’s the most experienced tattooist in your parlor? I want to ask about something.” “The most experienced?” Samson laughed and said, “Master Blair, the most experienced tattooist in the whole of Croquen is standing right in front of you.” It was him! Samson led Blair upstairs to a private box. “What did you want to ask about, Master Blair?” “Invisible tattoos,” Blair said. Samson raised an eyebrow. “Invisible tattoos?” Although he did not know why Blair was asking, he still explained, “The biggest difference between invisible and regular tattoos is in the ink. Although you can’t see it, it’ll appear when the body’s temperature rises, like when you drink alcohol or have sex.

,Raze said. “Everytime,a Silvenia was born,they put the tattoo.I have mines on my neck,Rex on the back of his left hand”,Rouge said and Rex shows his left hand to me “Russel on his wrist on the right hand”,Rouge continue and Russel shows me his right wrist “And Raze on his collarbone”Rouge ended. Ace cleared his throat and aked, “Doesn’t it hurt for babies to get a tattoo?”I just nodded that means I agree to what he just said.

Then, I saw him standing by a door to a room, or somewhere. He had taken off his shirt. His upper body appeared bigger. They were tattoos all over his back, his trousers hung low on his waist, dangerously low. I could run my hands through this type of body all day without getting tired. He was receiving a phone call. He was immensely focused. I stood still, waiting for him to finish. His words didn’t make sense at first, until it got to the part where he said: “She doesn’t know a thing. I have it all under control… In the end everything will be mine.” His words made me tremble.

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

Avery started to say as I walked passed him towards the table in here where I had previously placed my phone on. “No, thank you. I love my skin flawless, yours looks so cool though.” I said as I started to turn back around towards him. He was still yet to wear the white shirt and my eyes zeroed in on the tattoo onbe again. It was drawn in a way that it almost went over his left breast bone, and over the top of it as well. It looked really wild and cool, even though I couldn’t really make out the image he had on, “It’s not completed yet, you won’t be able to understand it yet until it gets completed.” He started to say and I lifted my eyes off his chest to stare into his face before starting

When we resume our session I'm still not exactly enjoying myself but the discomfort is more tolerable; seeing the tattoo slowly come to life on my arm is helping a lot, too, and I can't help thinking that it would still be worth it even if it hurt ten times as much. With the head start they've had from Bella's tattoo being completely planned already when we got here, and the whole piece being smaller than my dragon, it's no surprise Mandy is done long before her father. After giving Bella a short respite Carlos and Mandy switch places to include the parts Bella and I have agreed on before - a stylized black dragon soon circles the stem of her lily, while my