Medusa Crying Tattoo Novels & Stories

He gripped her chin, his leather gloves cool against her burning skin, forcing her to look at him. "Ava. Look at me." She blinked, fighting the haze. Her pupils were blown wide, consumed by lust, unable to focus. But then, her gaze drifted down. She saw it. The black serpent tattoo on his collarbone. It was an anchor in the storm. With a sob, she reached out, her fingers tracing the ink, digging into his skin. "...Hurt," she cried, a bizarre mix of laughter and tears spilling from her lips. "It needs to hurt..."

Slowly the pain ebbed away and my neck felt numb with the occasional stinging. “Hazel? There is something on your neck?” Lorena stopped dabbing the wound and I felt my neck. The burn was gone but I couldn’t feel anything. Everyone was staring at me now and Cassie handed me a mirror from he purse. On my neck, was a freshly done tattoo, of a blood red eye next to a black crescent moon, intricately designed, with every detail standing out. I rubbed at it but it didn’t come off. Maybe the ritual did work.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

"I will give you a story you will never forget!" She reached up to her neck. Grabbed the tattoo. The moving line of words. She didn't try to rub it off. She pulled it with her hands. Rip. It felt like she was pulling a vein out of her body. A black string of ink came away from her skin. It glowed with energy. Maya didn't stop. She kept pulling until she held a ball of wet ink in her hands. "Maya stop! You are destroying yourself!" Julian cried out.

With that, she grabbed the knife, her hands working with brutal precision. The pain was beyond words, searing through my body like fire. However, her grip only tightened as if feeding off my agony. When she finally carved out the tattoo, my arm felt hollow, the faint outline of bone showing beneath the ragged flesh. I lost consciousness more than once. Each time, they brought me back by dousing me in saltwater. Regardless, Luna wasn't done. She had someone force my jaw open and poured boiling water straight down my throat. The scalding heat tore through me, every nerve in my body screaming in silent agony.

Crystal River Pack There was a change in Electra once she was released from her bond. She was still sweet and kind. The girls were still her world. Her complete self did not change. And yet, it did. She was no longer submissive. Her hair became shorter, and she became more comfortable wearing makeup. She wasn’t quite ready for short shorts or skirts, but she did wear jeans more. Celeste took her to the tattoo shop, and they covered her brands. On her left arm among swirls and stars was the William Shakespeare quote of “This above all, to thine own self be true.” And on the right was the moon goddess with a hellhound.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

[AUTHOR'S VOICE] "Oh, Moon Goddess! I humbly request, please take away this pain. I am unable to breathe — my lungs are filled with smoke that hiss; I cannot scream my lungs out. Please heal my soul…!" —— Hesitatingly, a pair of startling chartreuse eyes slowly opened only to collide with a heavy set of bright dots that evilly pulsated effortlessly, to make the one who has just woken up from a dry, dreamless world, groan in response to their blinding reflections.

She leaned down, licked the wound slowly, her tongue trailing over the spot where she had bitten. The skin glowed. A tattoo bloomed into existence across Aria’s chest — a crest carved in divine sigil, blooming like ink in water: A serpent curling around a golden apple, its tail piercing a crown, its fangs dripping onto a rose wrapped in thorns. Eris’s mark. “I’m yours now,” Eris said, voice hoarse, hands framing Aria’s face. “Forever.” Aria’s body moved on instinct. She reached up, pulled Eris down, and kissed her hard.

malakas na utos ni Urusula sa itim na usok. Ngumisi ang mukha ng itim na usok pagkatapos ay bigla na lamang sumugod sa amin. Ngunit hindi man lang nakalapit sa amin ang usok dahil tila may hindi nakikita na barrier ang humarang sa usok. Napasigaw ang usok na tila ba nasakatan ito kahit na isa lamang itong usok. Nang muling sumugod sa amin ang usok ay magkahawak ang mga kamay na itinaas namin ang aming mga kamay at itinapat sa mukha ng usok. Biglana lamang may lumabas na kulay sky blue sa aming mga noo na galing s amoon tattoo pagkatapos ay itinaboy ang itim na usok. Natalo ang usok at bumalik kay Urusula na siyang may gawa ng kapangyarihang itil na iyon.