Ivar The Boneless Tattoo Novels & Stories

His arms were covered in intricate living tattoos that seemed to shift subtly when he moved. “Miss Vale,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Come in. Let’s see what story you want written on your skin tonight.” The studio was warm and dimly lit, smelling of sandalwood, ink, and something electric. He led me to a wide leather chair in the center of the room and gestured for me to sit. “Tell me what you want,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. “Be honest. The ink responds to truth.” I swallowed hard. “A small raven on my inner wrist. Something delicate… but permanent. A reminder that I can be brave.”

Is she always this calm? Davina snorted. “Tired from what? Being domesticated? What’s next, Isa? Houseplants and guilt? Who even are you?” “Wait, wait, wait,” Kassandra cut in, narrowing her eyes at the screen. “Hold up. Backtrack. What happened to your tattoos?” I froze. “What?” “Your arm tat. Gone. Did you… laser it off?” My hand instinctively slid over the rose tattoo. It was the only one still visible. The others—sleeves of ink that had once made Isadora look like sin incarnate—had been gotten rid of. Thankfully they were temporary.

The cold was fucking too much for me to handle, but over the last six years, I got more used to it. “Aren't you cold?” I know I should have long walked out of his room and gone to my room to think about my life and the new discovery of my body wanting a man. “No.” He replies. “It's cold and you're well…. shirtless.” I draw out and my eyes land on his hard back that looks so fucking sexy. He has a raven tattoo drawn there, but that's not all. There are….marks. Healed Whip marks. The marks are not too visible, but if you look closely, you'll see them.

His eyes went to the dead body on the ground. Zoey growled, but lifted her fork and knife and cut into her meat. The tenderness and enticing aroma made her tummy happy. Zoey was about to deposit the food in her mouth when Titus rose to the floor. "Barnabas," his voice was raucous as he spoke. He worked the tip of his tail to smack the scrap of flesh from Zoey's hand. The steam hovered in the air, showcasing that it was prepared not long ago. That was when Zoey saw it. Barnabas's tattoo. An eagle being crushed by a serpent was burnt in the middle of the flesh. "Everyone, stop eating. This isn't fish or chicken." Everyone froze.

He was shirtless in both. Val didn’t have to point out the difference, as I could see it clearly. The younger version had a tattoo of two knuckles hanging on the muzzle of a gun, ending right over his heart, followed by a series of smaller tattoos that wound around his arm to his back. I zoomed into the picture. Below the gun were the words written: Con il sangue, veniamo. Con il sangue, andiamo. But the recent picture of him didn’t have that. Instead, the place where the tattoo should’ve been was reddish and wrinkled—a common effect of tattoo removal.

It was the first time I saw the tattoo that covered his entire back. I’d never seen it before. It was a highly detailed skull that was realistic and somewhat menacing, with deep, dark eye sockets and a wide, toothy grin. The shading and depth gave it a three-dimensional effect, making it appear almost lifelike. The design extended from his lower back up to his shoulders, creating a striking and impactful visual. It was certainly a work of art and my favorite tattoo of his. My second favorite were the words written on his fingers. They spelt out ‘il migliore’ which was Italian for his nickname ‘The Beast’, a title he wore with pride.

The next morning, the pirates had already woken up. Igor was orienting himself using the compass and the map. To reach the other islands rich in treasure would take a long time, months and months. Two days passed. The pirates were all bare-chested, as it was very hot. Igor had tied a scarf around his head, had an earring in his left ear, was bare-chested, showing off his two tattoos. He had two tattoos, a scorpion tattoo on the right side of his abdomen and another huge Triquetran tattoo on the left side of his shoulder blade. Kataleya could barely take her eyes off him, she appreciated his tattoos, his fair skin, half pink in the sun, his thin lips, his black eyes and his smile. She liked s

Trev had changed as well. Except he had forgotten a shirt, and I couldn't bring myself to be upset about that fact. His back was nicely toned and on one arm high-up was a tribal tattoo that ringed one huge bicep. Most of the time that type of tattoo was cliché. But on this man, it seemed to just emphasize the muscular arm. His jeans were well worn, with a few holes here and there, but they still cupped his backside like a glove.

I couldn’t focus on what he was saying at all, my attention completely stolen by his bare chest. I couldn’t help but notice the armband tattoo on his left arm. The word “Moretti” was inked in a beautiful Old English font, with detailed lines making it look even cooler. His tattoos just added to that tough, masculine vibe he had going on. Then I saw the tattoo on his back. A raven, placed right in the middle of his back, near his shoulders and neck. It was so well done, I couldn’t stop staring at it, totally impressed.

I embrace Iris, in all my life, I could have never thought she would find her mate, since she always says she doesn’t need one, but looking at her now, smiling and blushing while she shows off her tattoo, I feel immense joy for her. “That’s lovely.” Enrique’s mother says next, she’s dressed in a green night robe that makes her eyes stand out. “You and Tyler both deserve this, you make Tyler so happy.” “I got a panther mark.” Chiara says, blushing. She shows us her mark and we all gush heartily, panthers mark usually involves a sleek, agile seductive couple. “Can someone please talk about Irene’s mark? We haven’t heard anything about it yet and it’s eating me.” Naya says and everyone’s eyes t