Magic Shop Tattoo Novels & Stories

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

I simply barge in, equipped with goodies that can make a bent man straight. Goodies that keep every fucking person in the shop still. My fucking goodies are being hawked like a cheap toy. “I need a tattoo.” I step a heel on the chair, wide enough for them to get a good hint of my wet cunt. “All over,” my voice is a reckless moan. “And no, not with your pen.” The nasty smile starts creeping along my cheek. “With your rumored fat, dirty cock.”

I mumbled as I checked out the tattoos in from of me. Some of the people inside the shop was working on a tattoo on someone, but mostly they were hidden from view in another room, all of them were either tattooed or had tons of piercing. Or they were bulky as hell, I, for one, didn't have any of those characteristics, sure as hell out of place. Rez just grinned even wider, "I know just what you need." Then she was pulling me along behind her again. We were back in the from of the shop, where the tattooed guy was hunched over, tidying up the jewelries inside the counter. He looked up, raising an eyebrow. "Decide what you want kid?" He asked.

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

Asim switches to the other breast and I moan as Hikaru licks and nibbles where they marked me. It looks like I have many tattoos where all of my mate marks are from the Celtic dragon and vines on my wrist to the dragon on my shoulder, the Kitsuné on my neck and the wolf shield on the opposite side of my neck. Add them to my three actual tattoos which are all witchy and I look very inked up.

Stopping my car in front of the shop, I read the shop's name to confirm if I have reached the right place. Madeline waves me from inside the shop and turns the shop's sign to closed as soon as I enter the shop. "Thank you for arranging everything on such short notice." I smile at her. "Oh, it is nothing." She beckons me to one of the rooms, "I always wanted to tattoo dick on someone, and who can be a better choice than you." She winks and laughs. "I will kill you if you mess up with my tattoo." I playfully glared at her while running my thumb across my throat in a slicing motion.

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

The four types of tattoos were the Alpha tattoo, the Beta tattoo, the Zeta tattoo, and the member tattoo. My tattoo had seven moons at the top of my back with two versions of the Helm of Awe on each shoulder blade. In the middle of my back was Yggdrasil, the tree of life with a wolf head coming out of the roots. Finally, below the wolf and running down my spine was my name in Old Norse. In the middle of Yggdrasil’s branches, the Alpha sign of our pack was cleverly blended in.

Petr only nodded his head at the compliment and I pulled my shirt and jacket back on. I left Petr in the back just as Milo pulled his shirt on as well and paid the artist for his tattoo. He grinned and lifted his shirt and over his chest was one man, three fairies and four dragons with his parents name cradling them on either side. “It’s magnificent Milo.” He nodded his head and I could sense his sadness as he pulled his shirt down and picked up his jacket. “Your turn.” I lifted my shirt at his request and he looked at the artwork. I lowered my shirt as we walked out of the shop and reached the car.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th