Magic Shop Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

I gently unbuttoned his shirt, revealing the mate mark on his chest. The complex, magical tattoo that symbolized our eternal bond. I took a small bottle from my bag. It was a special potion, the recipe found in an ancient text from my family's library, designed specifically to erase magical marks. Silver dust, moonpetal, wolfsbane... each ingredient was priceless. I dripped the potion onto his chest. The magical tattoo began to smoke, slowly disappearing. Baton winced in his sleep, but he didn't wake up. When half the tattoo was gone, I stopped.

My mouth began going down from kissing his neck to that strong broad chest, my eyes were closed but then I looked up to catch his expression after he held back a groan in his throat, but my eyes landed on his chest who welcome me with a new tattoo, I brushed my fingers on the ink, This tattoo was a combination of words which I knew was Spanish, those words were completing a circle and huge deadly snake was printed between them, starting from Amor (Love), Escapar (Escape), Desamor (Heartbreak), Venganza (Revenge), Misión (Mission), I could few words of it. “What is this, Armando,” I examined the details of that horrific tattoo, my eyes couldn’t move from it, It was obvious from some words tha

She will be able to communicate with me then. Jessie smiles. "Yay!" A magic circle comes to life beneath us, blowing Jessie's hair to one side of her face. Her strikingly white eyes are locked on mine, and she smiles happily before chanting incomprehensible words. After she is done, she kisses my nose to seal the deal. Jessie leans back, beaming at the pink mark around her wrist and the identical one that I now have around my tail. "Partners!" Jessie says. I lock eyes with her. 'Partners.'

Grace long to explore it, but she respected Xan's wishes. “Grace, you shouldn’t be out here by yourself!” Xan said coming up behind her and putting his hands around her waist. Xan softly kissed the side of Grace's neck where her Gang mark was. The mark was a Phoenix and a Lion rearing on its hind legs with a harp in between them. All three gangs are represented in a beautiful coat of arms style tattoo. Xan had repeatedly told her that she did not need to have it on her neck, but Grace wanted to show who she finally was. Yes, it hurt like a bitch, but it was something that Grace truly wanted to do and her family could not be prouder.

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

Marcus said. I lifted my head and looked at the bike again through tears. Now that I could see past the shock, I noticed the rest. The new paint was deep black with a subtle shimmer that only showed when the light hit it just right. Along the side of the tank, worked into the design so delicately I almost missed it, was a dagger. Behind it, a crown. Around both, the fine lines of a compass, woven together in the exact shape of our tattoo. My hand pressed against my chest.

The gentle jest lightened her mood—though a lump of unease still settled in her belly, reminding her that the world was not nearly as simple as she wished it to be. She raised her hand, examining the marking more closely, noting how it seemed to pulse with a life of its own. This faint black lining resembled a tattoo of secrecy. “This resembles more of a tattoo of secrecy, and it makes so much sense.” A tattoo of secrecy, also known as a promise of secrets is a mana oath taken by mages, promising secrecy, binding their fates. Such oaths weren’t valid without a third party present to enforce its weight; demons, spirits, archmages, or even vampires might serve that role.

"He told me they weren't there to kill me. And he had this mark." Selene’s brow furrowed. "Like a scar?" "No, a tattoo," I said, shaking my head. "Black ink. It was a wolf’s head with a circle and a triangle around it." Selene pressed a finger to her lip, her frown deepening. "When we get to the Anatolikos packhouse, can you draw it for me?" "I think so." I reached up, my fingers brushing the metal pendant at the base of my neck. The tattoo looked almost exactly like the second charm on my necklace, just with a wolf added.

Sekora asked. “You will be able to recognize them by the symbols on the hilt, first there is the Tsunami sword recognizable by the wave, next is the Earth breaker sword represented by broken earth, next is the Shadow sword represented by a ghost, next is the Sun saber represented by a sun, next is the Phoenix Wing sword recognized by wings, next is the Speed sword represented by a rabbit and finally there is the Power sword represented by a bull.” D2 replied going back to the lighter tone of voice.