Mary Berg Tattoo Novels & Stories

Her voice was so cold I could feel the sharp daggers her anger was whetting, ready to pierce Colibri’s heart. “H… how do you know you will have the right person, Viviana?” She chuckled menacingly, glaring at the fire. “I might not know what he looks like, but one look at his bare skin, I will know it’s him. My dad was pretty descriptive in his journal entries. Colibri has a heart-shaped birthmark on his hip. Dad said it’s like how big his heart was. He also had the tattoo ‘a vida é Bela’ with a small mockingbird above it on his left chest; it symbolizes the life his mother gave him. And that tattoo on his right arm, a serpent wrapped around a woman’s naked body. That’s the tattoo I thought I

“Oh, I get it now,” Trey said and laughed. “The arrow is pointing to your box. Lunch box.” “A little slow on the uptake today,” Dare said. “Too little blood in your brain, bro?” “Shut up. What kind of ass would make a woman get that tattooed on her hip?” “Same kind of ass that would make you and Brian get matching girlie tattoos on your asses,” Dare said. “I got off easy,” Reagan said. “Our bassist lost the same bet. He has a tat on his ass that says Emergency Entrance with an arrow that points to his… I’m sure you can guess.”

I will go back every time until I meet my mate or even a vampire who is looking for the same kind of love I'm looking for. I put dangly diamond earrings in and two golden bangles on my left wrist. My hair is in a beautiful updo with a few strands framing my face. I apply mascara and red matte lipstick that will last through the night, but nothing else because I don't want to hide too many natural features. I slide my dress on and zip it up in the back before checking myself over. The sweetheart neckline shows just enough cleavage to be sexy but not enough to scream desperation. My tattoo written in cursive across my collarbone is showing. My mom was angry when I got it. Not because I was mar

She had like six different piercing just on one ear and a tattoo at the side of her neck which was written in Arabic. "What does your tattoo say ?" I asked as she smiled at me. "It says blood ink." I paused for a moment. "Why blood ink ?" I asked. "Oh, because it was written with blood mixed with ink." Kerry tapped Naomi lightly. "It means fighter, don't let this bitch deceive you." For a moment there I was considering if she also had murder charges. "You are Zachary right ? Hannah's husband ? How is Hannah ?" She is fine and she doesn't want to see you. "She's fine, can I borrow you for a moment ?" I looked to Kerry and she knew she had to disappear.

I asked “Oh Yes! The one I wish I could have but getting a Tattoo is pretty Painful. But yeah, that Tattoo looks so mad fine on you. Do you know that people are talking about how good the Tattoo looked on you from the picture taken at ShawnLama’s unveiling? Of course, some people thought otherwise but who fucking cares? Fuck the trolls, I say that Tattoo is fire! And please remind me to give my child a tattoo when I birth one? If it’s a girl it would be a butterfly tattoo and if it’s a guy it would be a dragon tattoo. Some Dope ass kids I would have, don’t you think?” Betty rambled and I just chuckled, I missed this girl’s unending talks. “Yeah, I think so “

They certainly deserved it after the nightmares they had been through. Macario and I stood up and started from Jackson down the line. I asked them where they wanted it because it would essentially become a tattoo. They needed to be sure they were okay with the placement. Jackson and Lilli wanted it over their hearts. Dent and Pati wanted it on their inner wrists. The girls both wanted it on the left shoulder blades. Macario grabbed my hand and had me focus on the power that I could feel coming from him. I gathered it up and pushed it out towards them. Each of their sigils glowed with a brilliant white light before turning into black tattoos. It worked. It fucking worked.

"Alonso is a great guard, but he is also old...I trust you with Rocco, better...Finish your breakfast, and we can meet in the study." Maria stands and pushes in her chair. " I am finished now." She had hardly eaten anything, but I wasn't going to hold it against her. My mother stood as well, as I placed my hand on Maria's back and led them to the study. "Rocco is also here to give you a branding." I tell her. "A branding?" She asked, with that fear in her eyes again. "A tattoo...everyone in the Archangel family have one." I showed Rocco where I wanted it. I had it placed on her upper left shoulder, that way her hair could cover it when she went on nice occasions. "It will only sting a li

Why? "Cel, ask yourself, would you be able to force yourself to stop loving Damon?" Celeste thought about it. "No, but I can force myself to stay away from him." Megan was silent for a while. "I can't do that. I'll die if this goes on. I want to live." Suddenly, she rolled up the sleeve of her shirt, showing Celeste her arm. On her pale and slender arm, the name "Belasco" was carved there. It wasn't the work of a tattoo artist. It was done by Megan herself. With a paper knife, she had carved the name over and over again during sleepless nights. There were old and new wounds on it.

Rex groaned, squirming to get the skylark off him. “Seeing the skylark like this with you, I believe it has bonded with you, but to be sure it would mark you both, like Ulna here” Marcia said, putting her hand out and Ulna raised her leg, showing a symbol with three lines seemingly scarred on her leg, “I have the same matching mark” she continued, lifting up her shirt to just under her breast showing the same symbol etched on her ribs. Trying his best to focus on the symbol and not her exposed skin, Rex nodded, swallowing, “So that skylark and I would share the same symbol?”

Em looked at Mickey as she spoke. “Helll to the yeahhh!” Mickey shouted. She jumped out the of the car then turned and looked at the girls. “Y’all comin or what?” An hour later the friends emerged from the tattoo place, Em sporting a bandage on her rib cage right under her previous tattoo, and another one on her wrist… which matched the ones on her three best friends. They’d all decided to get matching ones. Nothing big.. just a little Roman number IV. Symbolizing the four of them and how much they meant to each other. And then the one on Em’s rib cage, under her hummingbird which read: ‘Made to Endure’.