Lettering Soul Tattoo Novels & Stories

The water traced the curves of the inked letters, accentuating their delicate lines and adding a newfound depth to the design. Axel's gaze remained fixated on the tattoo, his eyes locked on the name 'Emily' as if it held the answers to all the questions swirling in his mind. Despite the playful glint in his eyes, there was a depth of emotion lurking beneath the surface, a pain that threatened to engulf him entirely.

The symbols seemed to have extended. In Arerat, the tattoo was a butterfly in my palm and claw prints under it, down to below my wrist. But right now, it was extended down to the back of my elbow, just below my upper arm. The last pair of claw prints that lay in-between the upper arm and the lower arm began to glow warmly. I could feel a soul connection with it. It's the exact feeling I got when Little Wolfy gave me its blood essence from it's glabella to join the contract of beast and beast tamer. It was as if I just...

Luke's awe was clear as Clay finished my tattoo, his skilled hands bringing to life the intricate design we'd agreed upon. It was more than ink on skin; it was a symbol of our intertwined lives, our shared journey. The art was so quintessentially us, capturing the essence of our bond in bold, swirling lines and shaded crescents.

"Look, I got this frost tattoo design inked on my hand and it has you your name initial in between the space of the frost. And as for this frost tattoo, it resembles for your last name, miss Vanessa Frost. Now I will never forget you." He explained the meaning of the tattoo and my tears started wheeling out of my eyes. This is the first time I'm feeling so special, this is the first time someone has engraved a tattoo of my name on my body. Thinking about the pain, he must have endured while getting this tattoo done, I couldn't help but hug him so tightly. And I heard him chuckled lightly. "I told you, Vanessa, I will never forget you because you are my soulmate." He said and hugged me back m

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

"Now you can put your hands wherever you want." I’m in a hurry to take him up on that offer, but my eyes snag on the black ink where there’s never been a tattoo before. Right cheek, exactly where my hand normally lands when I grab him. Capital letters, blocky and clean, with all the subtlety of a road sign, curving along the natural shape of his ass. PROPERTY OF DAX HOLT. Under the words there's a white wolf with amber eyes, head thrown back and howling. He put my wolf on his ass, and it's never coming off.

Grayson and I are now laying on the floor both naked and satisfied. None of us are speaking,we are just enjoying the comfortable silence between us. We are both lost in our thoughts,I wonder what he was thinking about. My hands begins to trace the tattoo's on his chest. There is a new one and my heart almost stops beating when I read the inscriptions. Grayson & Bryanna forever. Our bodies may depart but our souls will forever remain together. It is beautifully designed with roses around it,just above his children's name.

I then sat down on the bar stool next to Dwayne, who had his back to me. A young man was standing next to me at the counter between the bar stools and ordering drinks. His arm was tattooed up to his neck. It looked really good on him, including his eyebrow piercing. As he waited for his order, his eyes went to me. He gave me a slight smile. Oh, was I staring at him while looking at him like that? Shit.

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.