Merlins Tattoo Novels & Stories

My fingertips tingle where they rest against the cool mattress, the magic beneath my skin restless, like an animal pacing its cage. The dragon tattoo between my shoulder blades pulses with a life of its own, warmth spreading outward from the design in rippling waves. I reach back, tracing the outline I know by heart—the sinuous curve of tail, the spread of wings, the proud arch of neck. It feels different under my fingers, raised like a fresh brand rather than the decade-old ink it is.

Natasha said happily. “You’re welcome!” She replied. “You are so hilarious tho!” Mercy chuckled. “Honestly ma, you won’t understand.” “Thank you so much!” Natasha said, smiling. “By the way, what’s the inspiration behind the tattoo on your right hand?” Mercy couldn’t help but ask as soon as she noticed it. “Ma…if I tell you the reason behind it, you won’t believe it!” She chuckled. “Really, please tell me, I want to know?” Mercy begged.

"But as I said, as long as a relative of mine is still alive, we are not oblige to do so. Thanks to Mamang Turiya." "Who is that?" "My grandfather's cousin." "So, what now?" "You understand right, that I came here not to make you propose to me or something? I came here because I am finding something, as what I said, the Vermilion. The one thing that could stop the Malignobons. And I believe if l could find it, we will not get oblige to stick to each other forever anymore. There's a story that our ancestors had told us. It's about the Vermilion. Once found, it would grant the catcher to have two wishes. I promise you once I find it, one of those wishes that I will make is to break the treaty