Lucifer Tattoo Ideas Novels & Stories

He was afraid that his sharp fangs would hurt his fragile, delicate mate. Lilly saw that the tattoo was on Declan's chest, right where his beating heart was. It’s as big as Lilly’s palm and looks like a Ylang flower and a crescent moon in a circle, surrounded by lines that look like some tree vines. Meanwhile, Luca got the tattoo on his right, lower stomach, just on his sexy hips. And Finn has it on his right shoulder. The color of it is also different for the three of them. Declan is blue, Luca is white, and Finn is purple.

Jostling his shirt to reveal the many tattoos under the grease-stained wife-beater. From his cuffed shirt, a dark but shaded sleeve of thorny roses, clocks, and crosses cover his right arm, while a spiralling black dragon travels around his left. Spine and scales shaded in, with burgundy lines that fade to a light crimson down its tail that hides below his classic wristwatch. Lucian Slater: Hey, bud. He crouches on one knee to greet his son's tight hug. Lucian Slater: I'm sorry I'm late. Gael Slater:

“Yeah? Maybe once my ass is healed you can turn the puncture wound into one of them cool, fake bullet holes you see on motorcycles and pickup tailgates.” “Please. I’m an artiste. I have something way better in mind. Something hip-fun-sexy-cool.” Suspicion clouded Colt’s face. “I already told you. You ain’t tattooing the area around my nipples. Ever.” “But this new pattern is so awesome. Turquoise and orange outlined in black and red, that looks like flames—” “No way, no how.” “Just hear me out.” “Dammit, Indy, I said no. Why are you so dang fired up about doin’ this?”

"I need to get a tattoo, and I need it done quickly." The tattoo artist raised an eyebrow, shooting a knowing glance at Luke, who seemed to be trying to suppress a smirk. "Well, we'll see what we can do," the artist said, his tone dripping with sarcasm. "What kind of tattoo are you looking for, 'friend'?" Emily's voice was resolute. "I want a tattoo that will remind a lady of how wicked the world can be if you aren't in power." The tattoo artist raised an eyebrow, glancing at Luke, who was staring blankly ahead. "Okay," he said, his tone neutral. "Follow me, please."

Lucifer sarcastically smiled and kissed her forehead and suddenly the heat from the kiss spread to her whole body, and she felt a terrible urge to fall asleep. She loses her breath, her every bad memory as the black dots appeared in front of her then her eyes closed without her permission and she felt herself going into total darkness... Then Lucifer locked her life in his cage with a starving demon of himself... A black symbol in the shape of a star with a little ““ L”” Inside it immediately appeared on the right side of uncovered Rachel's neck... It was Lucifer's symbol that showed she was his to claim... This was a mark that would scare others to stay away from his mate, his toy, his quee

He picked up the paper towel and wiped the tattoo one last time, cleaning away the blood and the sweat. "Look," he whispered. I forced my heavy eyelids open. I looked down at my thigh. There, stark black against my pale skin, right at the top where the leg met the groin, was a small, elegant 'L'. "L," I breathed. "For Luca." "For Life," he corrected softly. "For Love, for Lust. Take your pick." He applied a thin layer of ointment to the fresh wound, his touch surprisingly tender now that the violence was over. He taped a clear bandage over it. "It will burn for a few days," he said, He kissed me. "Go look in the mirror," he said.

One minute I was dreaming about her the other I was groaning and yelling under the pain, cursing the very day I decided to love her. On my chest was the fresh tattoo of the a logo I had never seen before. My tormentor was smiling at me with satisfaction. I let out an eerie scream and the echoe resounded in the room but the devil just smiled at me while holding the hot iron. I don't know what else he had done to me when I had passed away. The feeling of my whole body made me I had been under fire. I was restless and desperte. The well of my tears had tried up.

“I need the ink.” “What colors?” He asked. “Each pile gets a black. The second one gets three.” Alec did as I asked. “The fourth is a water color tattoo so I need one pink, purple, blue, green and yellow. This one is red and orange.” “Four tattoos today?” Alex asked. “Yeah, they are all big tattoos and not much pain tolerance.” “Mine is itching like crazy.” “Turn around and lift your shirt up.” I said rolling my eyes. Grabbing the numbing lotion, I put it on his back. He even keeled for me but I caught him looking at me in the mirror.

“I’m not giving you a ordinary tattoo…I’m marking you as mine because I’d definitely kill any guy who tries to hurt you” “Lucien…” “There’s no refusal to this tattoo Natalie” “Where’s it going to be?” “On your thigh”

His shirt was cut open, exposing the hard planes of his chest, the ridges of old scars, and one intricate tattoo along his ribs, a coiled serpent devouring its own tail, inked in deep black with faint crimson accents that looked almost alive under the low light. As I traced the antiseptic-soaked cloth along the edge of the fresh wound, my fingers accidentally brushed the tattoo. Lucas inhaled sharply. His hand shot out to grip my wrist, but instead of pushing me away, he held me there. His thumb pressed against my pulse point, and I felt it race. “You keep saving people who don’t deserve it,” he murmured roughly. “You should have stayed away from me when you had the chance."