Medusa Crying Tattoo Novels & Stories

The inviting aroma enveloped him, teasing his taste buds and piquing his curiosity. "Smells nice" Mystro said, admiration evident in his voice. Elaine smiled, appreciating his kind words. "Why don't you be patient and wait for me to serve you" “I know but I thought I could help” he rolled up his sleeves revealing his tattoo. A medusa tattoo on his right arm caught her attention, “A fan of Medusa” she asked. “Not really, our works are just similar” he replied. Elaine tried to understand what he meant but she knew she was just confusing herself.

she ordered his colleagues. They came over swiftly, holding her arms and legs. They were stronger! Her struggles were useless against their power. “Please… she begged … don’t do this.” She cried as he stood over her and unbuckled his belt. “You need to be taught a lesson. We are Medusa’s princes , others are bastards!” “.. I’m begging you... Ple…” she was interrupted by another blow on her face. She was numb for a few seconds, she could not cry or shout or think or do anything.

My arms and chest were the most difficult thanks to all of the tattoos I've gotten over the years. As I carefully searched my chest, parting my hair to get a good look like one would do to a dog when looking for ticks, I noticed that the dragon on my chest seemed to look like it had large white-green tears coming from it's eyes, almost as if it had been crying and the tears dried on my skin. There were only three of them, but they were there all the same.

“Lucien told me Buck saved Poison’s number as little snake. The letter M on the bracelet has a little snake symbol and very tiny carved letters. Everyone thought Poison’s a man but no one predicted it to be woman” “Smart” Medusa took a step but Sebastian blocked her path. Zara pushed him aside and gave him a death glare. Medusa smirked and stood close to Zara holding her hand. “I caused you lot of damage. I apologize for everything” “Little snake…” Buck didn’t like Medusa apologizing. He never wanted his woman to bend her head before anyone not even Zara. Medusa raised her hand to stop Buck and looked at Zara who was shocked to hear her apology

“Two long tears. Both eyes.” The tattooist looked up from his tools, his expression grim. “You realize what you’re asking for? This isn’t just any tattoo. It marks you as part of a violent group. Step into River, and you’ll be arrested on sight. Worse, your soul will be bound to hers. If she dies, especially by your hand, your soul shatters into fragments. You’ll be left a husk—a mindless, broken shell. Are you sure about this?” In the corner, Argent leaned against the wall, her arms crossed, her silver braids reflecting the dim light as she formed a heart with her hands.

We happily greeted him, trying our best not to hiccup from all the shots we had done. Finally, Jean pulled away from the designs, admiring each one. Adelia's semi-colon butterfly was intricately done, the edges of the wing slightly frayed. Teagan's Medus was large and imposing, as she wanted it on her thigh. Jean kept quiet about the meaning of it but you could see the pity in his eyes when he looked at Teagan.

The natural waist dropped into a sheer fabric with flowers stitched into it. The scars have relaxed and really created a pretty chain-link pattern. Although our wolves really worked on healing me, they are just now calming down and looking like regular scars. I have grown accustom to them to the point that I want to get them tattooed. As a symbol of my strength and determination to not let evil win. Soft music was playing as I paced around this tent. The only thing I knew about this event was the smell of lilacs. “Ready?” Colt lifted the side and stepped in.

But the bond doesn't seem to care. Dread crashes through me. Because now what? I can still reject her, but it'll be worse now. More painful for both of us than it already would have been. ‘You traitor! What the fuck have you done?’ I snarl at Medus. ‘You've ruined everything.’ ‘No,’ he says smugly, retracting his teeth and licking Zanthe's neck to help heal the bite. ‘I've fixed it.’ I feel sick. And now I really need a fucking drink.

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

A weird date crossed my mind, I closed my eyes and typed the date of Layana's heart surgery and the date of birth of her nephew, I closed my eyes expecting it to decline but it opened, and my mouth hung right open. How this Layana's surgery connect to this card, anyway I have to watch it to find out. The card had so many files, I opened the first file, it was a video of Violet getting a Medusa tattoo on his wrist, but I had never seen a tattoo on her wrist.