Marvin Martian Tattoo Novels & Stories

Somehow, I had arrived back here. He stood, annoyed. “I am sorry, but no autographs right now,” he snapped. “The security guards should have told you. This is my private time. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to prepare.” With a guttural roar, I leapt right for his throat. I felt my incisor teeth expanding. The pain was horrible. But the hunger was worse. I sank my teeth in deeply. He screamed. But too late. My teeth sank deep into his veins. I drank.

I had never seen any family come over to her house in the many years that I have known her, so I strongly doubt that she did. I look over at Marcel, and he is still caught up in that same book, I smirk at his facial expression, watching him bite his lip as he reads some parts of the book, and I can’t help but stare at all the tattoos again, they are so detailed, many shapes, and objects all jumbled up together, covering every inch of his arm. I still can’t tell exactly what it is, I really need to find a way to take a closer look. “I can feel you staring at me, please stop,” he says, making me feel extremely embarrassed.

Eventually my brother also got dragged into the conversation and blamed for the tattoo just as he had been blamed for the first one. Speaking of my beautiful little brother I glanced down the other end of the bar where Mark was talking to Mitch and a couple of his biker buddies and stared at his right arm where the other half of my money had gone. Like mine Mark's tattoo covered his arm from shoulder to elbow and was an evil version of the great god Pan. This wasn't the silly looking Greek Pan, this was the original Celtic version complete with horns, hooves, red glaring eyes and a long horn that called to all the lost souls. Between the size, the colors and of course Mark's extremely well m

"What are you two doing here? I thought you had given this," old Mr Martini said with a frown on his face, making him appear even scarier. There was a snake tattoo just below his neck, proving that in his youth, he was more than just a regular man. "I was just showing my daughter-in-law my artwork, and it appeared that she shared my interest in art." Despite the harsh way old Mrs Martini spoke to them, her tone was soft; they were truly made for each other, one like fire and the other like water.

Kai shot back, “Cousins fall in love sometimes.” Martin gagged. “That only happens in those deranged dark romance books you read. Stop reading that nonsense.” “They’re my therapy.” “Get new therapy.” Martin started the car but paused. “Ray… be careful of that kid.” Kai frowned. “I thought you liked him like five minutes ago.” Martin’s tone changed. Quiet. Serious. “When I shook his hand, I saw a tattoo on his wrist. Not the whole thing, but enough to know it looked like that gang insignia. The one with the inverted triangle. I didn’t see the full bug symbol but… I swear I’ve seen something like that before.”

Somehow, I see him having a problem with authority. He slips off his leather jacket, sets it down beside him, and sticks his left arm back. The tattoo I noticed when first meeting him is now clearly visible this close up. It's a golden eagle with wide-spread wings standing on top of an anchor, with the words Semper Fidelis above it, and US Marines beneath it in the same flowing script. "You were seriously a Marine?" Tobe asks, staring at his tattoo in awe. "That's so...hot." We all stare at her in surprise. Tobe rarely offers her own opinion, and she certainly doesn't call a man hot. She usually just sits in quiet thought, waiting for the shots to be made without her. She's a follower, but t

The ones lined around and up his arms were normal. But the ones the crawled up to his back, shoulders and neck didn’t look ordinary. On the side of his back, crossing to his shoulder and a certain path that crawled up to his neck looked like a chained bird that got loose. That loose chain was the crawling one on his neck. “What does this tattoo mean?” I asked, hoping he’d answer me. Martil sighed, puffing smoke into the room. “It’s an Omertà.” “What’s that?” The name itself sounded strange.

I asked Zion. He scrutinized my outfit choice. Black slacks, black button-down shirt, and a silver vest. The sleeves were rolled up, proudly showing off the new tattoo that I had Dante do for me. It was my girl’s name in Arabic inside of a fractal overlay. Our pups names were also placed within it in Arabic. “I think that Mama will love it. Are you nervous?” he asked me. Was I nervous? Nah. Not really. I was excited more than anything. I was a little anxious, hoping that she would like what I had planned out for the night.

"Don't get me wrong, all your tattoos are amazing—but I can stare at those three for hours, I just love looking at them." "Good to know since I drew those as well as the rocket on my right thigh..." Fun fact, her rocket ship one was the tattoo that Green Ranger had a mini version of on her left ribs. "My sister might've changed a few things, but all things considered, those four are still 'my mind vomit.'" "You're brilliant." She grinned. "Hm, you know what? Fuck it, I can have favorites, too. So, yeah, it's a tie between the one on my back, and Scylla and Charybdis."

“You’re certain Coral and Zane are from this cartel?” “Positive. If you flip through, you’d see their pictures.” I did as he said and examined the two siblings. “Remember you said they had a tattoo of a rose in between thorns? That’s the signature mark of the cartel.” They were standing together, hand in hand, with big smiles on their faces. The general description Kira gave matched the picture before me. I peered intently at Zane’s biceps in a sleeveless shirt and sure enough, the dreaded tattoo was there.