Lettering Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

“Keep teasing baby, circle your clit for me.” She doesn't hesitate, her fingers follow my command, circling her clit gently. “Caelum,” my name falls from her lips, a soft moan covering it. It sounds so pure on her tongue, so effortless. My cock hardens and I grunt, fighting the urge to devour her. My gaze lifts, meeting hers. “Hmm?” I retort, my hand undoing the buttons on my shirt. Aurora 's gaze drops to my chest, gazing at the inked bareness of it. Her name is tattooed on me, but I highly doubt she's noticed it, very few people do, they get too distracted by the sleeve or other tattoos on me to notice her marking tattooed on me. It was a drunk decision, but somehow I've never regretted it

He called me naughty, but he didn't say no. The post showed two hands intertwined. On the man's inner wrist was a circlet of sacred laurel leaves—the soul-bond mark the High Priest himself had inked on us at our engagement. But in this photo, hidden in the veins of a single leaf, were three tiny, exquisitely tattooed letters: S.E.R. I scrolled back to the very first post, from a year ago: “Just ran into the Alpha and his woman. He's so gentle and strong. I want a man like that… so I'm going to make him mine.”

It's damn beautiful. "Actually, I wanted to engrave everything with gold but only could do our couple nickname." Yeah, IraNa is engraved with gold. There is a quote on it. 'TWO SOULS INTERTWINED, WHISPERS OF A FOREVER KIND OF LOVE. IN YOUR EMBRACE, I'VE FOUND MY HOME, WHERE OUR LOVE LEAVES AN ETERNAL MARK.' I look into her eyes. "Since when did you become so poetic?" I pull her closer and place my lips on her neck.

“No way. I can take it. This tattoo is important to me, Alex.” I grin at her response. That’s my Stella—stubborn and determined to the core. She bites her lip, and her grip on my hand tightens as the needle continues its work. I stroke her knuckles with my thumb, hoping to ease some of her discomfort. “Just think about how amazing it’ll look once it’s done.” She grins at me. “I can’t wait.” Minutes later, the artist finishes, and the designs are perfect. On my wrist, the heart has the letter ‘S’ inscribed inside, and on hers, an elegant A.

“You had your initial tattooed on me, yes.” He shook his head and touched the tattoo on her ankle. “No. See, this is the heart. Half of the heart was extended down to form the letter J. Beside it is a butterfly. The body of the butterfly with a dot at the top is the letter I. The top part of the butterfly wing, is actually curved to form the letter N. Didn’t you notice why those lines were thicker than the rest of the lines?” Julianne stared at her ankle, making out the lines of her tattoo.

“There are rules to breaking rules. This one will serve—under watch.” They lifted a hand. A mark of black fire seared itself into Avery’s palm. Avery gasped, falling to their knees, the burn sinking into their bones like branding iron. When they looked down, the sigil pulsed faintly—twisting lines that seemed alive, curling into a shape they couldn’t comprehend. The central figure’s many-toned voice echoed. “Welcome, fledgling. You are soulbound now. Fail again, and we will feed your remains to the Wraiths.”

His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories. Caleb's figure moved with a feral grace, a reflection of the untamed spirit that resided within him. His every step echoed the dance of shadows beneath the moon, a testament to a life unbound by conventional constraints. Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement.

I managed to push out a smile. I told her genuinely, "Thank you. But, who are you?" Her smile deepened on her lips. "I am Celeste." She sent a hand out to me, which I took, noticing the black tattoo that stood out on her wrist. It was an unusual tattoo, which seemed more like a runic symbol. It was of three crescent moons, all facing away from each other. What did it represent? "I'm Allyssa," I said, and she nodded knowingly with a smile, causing me to chuckle. "And you already know that. Nice to meet you, Celeste," I said, instantly liking her. It is funny how this night keeps getting weirder.

He adjusted his shirt so I could see the full inscription drawn in a mix of bold and italics. “And I can already tell you like it,” His smile was cocky. He said those words confidently, well, he was right. ‘My Angel’ was written in bold italics. The ink was indeed beautiful, I mean, it was my name so of course it was beautiful. I loved it. Who wouldn’t love it when a person showed just how much they wanted them? “Yeah, it looks good,” I admitted honestly, but what I didn’t add was that the tattoo would definitely look better on Daddy’s taut skin.

He patted my shoulder with his tattooed hand. I stared at it, his body was so beautiful, it was like a display of art. Various inks and pictures went up his arms, to his neck and his back. It was truly beautiful, there was a wolf, a symbol, a date, a quote, a picture of some guy and my favorite tattoo was on the back of his hand. It was, 'Fuck you. It's my life' written in italic letters. "Someday you will have something meaningful enough kid." He wound his arm around my neck and practically dragged me to the back of the shop where most of the piercings were done. "Now, wait here while I get the equipments ready."