Merlins Tattoo Novels & Stories

He liked that she knew it, too. Then he peeled off his shirt. Uncovering his tattoos. The wolf was fierce, bold, etched in sharp lines, and designed to project strength and danger. Below that, three interlocking rings, a crown, the word South, and a pair of crossed daggers. Subtlety clearly wasn’t his strong suit. Millie reached for the ink almost without thinking, tracing the wolf. And he slid his hands down her body, fingers finding her waist, tugging at her shirt. One swift jerk and it was off.

It was a little tattoo. The tattoo glittered, but only for a few moments, and then disappeared. When the fog and the tattoo vanished, Mr. Knudlac said: "Revelare!" A tattoo appeared on Johnny's arm depicting a miniature badger, standing on rear limbs, prepared to repel even the attack of a lion. This was the symbol of Johnny's Imperium magic. In addition, the new tattoo appeared too. It represented a sea monster, a Kraken that with two tentacles controlled rough stormy waves, with the others he controlled the calm sea, and with the other tentacles he controlled snow and ice.

Lug Nut Watching Ailee get marked was a dream come true. Just one more step to making her all mine. The last thing is getting my ring on her finger. And that isn’t very far off. Six months isn’t long compared to the lifetime we are going to spend together. I’m not paying attention to Mick. The guy working on my tattoo. He has done some of my work before so I’m not worried. My eyes are glued to Tank and Ailee. Not that I don’t trust him. I trust the man with my life and my girl. I just like seeing Ailee’s tattoo come to life. Merigold has customized all the tattoos for the ol’e ladies but this one Ailee put in her thoughts as well. Most ol’e ladies have the tattoo on their back or chest. Not

He said and she swallowed hard. “What are these?” The tattoos were of several animals, some of them lunging, some snarling, some roaring and some resting. The tattoos were entrancing, something about them compelling. She felt like those eyes were alive, following her every movement. She touched a hand to the tattoo that was directly over his heart and he sucked in a breath at the touch of her fingers, rocking back on the balls of his feet. “I know this one.” She whispered. It was the same eagle that had saved her in Bare bones realm.

For a moment, Gu Mocheng thought his eyes had been mistaken, but the truth stared him right in the face: a tattoo on the back left side of her waist. It was not odd for girls to have tattoos, especially girls with strong personalities like her. However, the tattoo’s design was one he really did not wish to see. A red crane flower bloomed enchantingly at her waist. It glowed especially brightly--vivid and dazzling. Gu Mocheng was not unfamiliar with this tattoo. It could be said that he was very familiar with it. That was because people with these tattoos were his arch enemies.

That night, Henry finally let go of all restraint. The room lay in shadow, and he pressed me against the floor-to-ceiling window, the lights of Riverton flickering like stars beyond the glass. “Claire…” “Yes?” “I want to get another tattoo.” “Where?” He gripped my hand and pressed it to his lower back, mirroring the spot that corresponded to mine. There, with each of his breaths, a faint outline of a feral totem emerged. “I want to tattoo your image. I want to carve you into my bones forever.”

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

The old man tried to touch him but Jeremy sharply inched away. "You see that mark on your wrist," he voiced. Jeremy briskly stared to his right wrist where a tiny Dove was tattooed right in the middle. "That is a birthmark given to Royal bloods of The Silvery-Claw Centurion Pack." "The Silvery what?" Jeremy uttered confusingly, his gaze still on the tattoo. From his young age, he had always wondered why he had this tattoo. And now he finally got an answer, he was left clueless.

“As my daughter, you’re an elemental conjurer. Being elemental is hereditary, and there is no way the blood-” “I’m not talking about me inheriting your abilities, I’m talking about me being here in my condition. If I am an elemental conjurer like you, I’ll most likely be a fire or air conjurer.” I frown, staring at the tattoos on his bare hands. The familiar tattoo of a flaming dragon is coiled around one wrist, while on the other is a tattoo of a white bird resting on the top of his palm, underneath the bird is a white line of strings flowing down to coil three times around his wrist before moving up to connect with the rotating white ball on the inside of his palm.

Harder. Thus Moreau increased the tempo and force of the pressure. The murmur of a deep, hoarse voice almost created something-unusual between them. However, right now it was undeniable that Moreau could do everything freely behind her stepfather's body. Including observing the nearly connected tattoo on the back of his neck, she had not guessed wrong from the start. In fact, the tattoo was exactly the shape of a bird flapping its wings. Everything was so clearly detailed with special details, although there was something Moreau could not possibly understand clearly.