Marvin Martian Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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?”

Madeline dealing with a scorned woman, told him so The following morning Mystrel's mate mark he had given me was just as frilly as mine was on him. It looked like a huge white tattoo on my neck and shoulder. I eyed him blankly as he headed downstairs without a word to me. I wore a spaghetti strap tank shirt to present the mark to him. I growled, waved my hand and pointed it to my white swirl pattern and cocked my brow. He bit his lip and shrugged.

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

It was a testament to his unwavering dedication to all aspects of his physical fitness. One of the most striking features on Logan's left arm was the anchor tattoo, a symbol known to represent strength and stability, perhaps even serving as a connection to his time in the marine. Yet, what made this tattoo particularly intriguing was an unexpected addition. Just below the anchor, a smaller, seemingly incongruous tattoo came into view. This tattoo was a depiction of a little girl holding a toy, a charming but puzzling image etched onto his skin. It seemed to tell a story of its own, one that didn't readily align with the symbolism of the anchor.

He had refused to stay here because of me initially and although I know he’s on board with living with Leo and Azura, I’m not sure if the offer still remains… Will it be too much for Leo, constantly seeing us together? I touch my mark softly as Marcel takes out all the bags of gifts I had purchased - a mark which is not too different from Azura’s. Where hers is a crescent moon, mine is a full moon and there are no flames, just a beautiful lotus flower before it. Beautiful and perfect. We walk to the door, but it opens before we reach it and Corrado runs out, making my heart skip a beat at the excitement in his eyes.

His eyes narrowed at the two tattoos he saw inscribed on Adrian's back. "You don't belong to the Accardo's group, neither do you belong to the Forbes, nor to Ryker Darius and this in no way looks like that of the Dahmers." Marco snickered as he pulled down the shirt, "I bet they charged you a lot for such a lousy tattoo. Although I give it to the person for perfecting the drawing." Adrian wasn't fazed by it. While Jordan tattooed the skin of the other while putting only a singlet, Adrian clearly saw the same tattoo he drew on them on the man's back.

“is just for fun.” Heat climbed up my neck. “And what’s the fun one supposed to mean?” “You’d have to find out for yourself.” His voice dipped low again, and I swore my heart skipped. One of his friends Ryan grin leaned in then, resting an elbow on the table. “You’re not the only one with ink worth showing off,” he said, tugging up his own sleeve. The tattoo was intricate, swirling with roses and blades, like beauty tangled with danger. The other two joined in, each showing me their designs a phoenix across one’s back that peeked over his collar, a serpent winding down another’s arm in precise, dangerous curves.

"I understand. I will honor this bond and protect our pack with everything I have." Marcus, still skeptical, folded his arms and watched intently. "We will hold you to that, Liana. The mark you receive today is a lifelong commitment. There is no turning back." Sophia finished the tattoo, and I looked down at the intricate design now etched into my skin. The crescent moon and wolf’s head were delicate yet powerful, a constant reminder of my new role.

He took a deep breath, his chest rising slowly. When he was finally naked, the contrast between his refined aura and the body marked by maritime tattoos became impossible to miss. Across his chest, a map intertwined with a compass; on his left arm, an anchor plunging into rough seas, wrapped in a ribbon that read “Mother” at the top and a date engraved beneath; on his other arm, an old-style ship, as if lifted straight from pirate tales. Symbols of direction, loss, and belonging—ones few people knew how to read.

First, to find out if the pirate would keep his word for, as per the bargain, Reg was now mated to Penny and she bore the mark. Reg twined his fingers through her left hand and pulled her arm up for all to see the smoky mating band that now moved in sinuous patterns around her wrist. "What is that?" she asked, staring at it in fascination. Instead of answering her directly, he spoke to the slaver. "As I told you, the woman is my mate and bears my mating band. Now, if you don't mind, my wife and I would like to retire to our ship for some privacy."