Merlins Tattoo Novels & Stories

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.

Millie got out of the car and went inside, with Marvin right behind her. "Ryan, I'd like this tattoo." Millie handed the iPad to the man beside her. It was a butterfly design. It was unique, beautiful, and incredibly lifelike. "Where do you want it inked?" Ryan Newman asked Millie. Millie took off her coat, revealing a black tank top underneath. She had smooth skin and a perfect figure. There was a deep scar on Millie's right shoulder. Ryan exclaimed in surprise, "This is—" Before Millie could respond, Marvin said, "She was truly young and reckless back then. She got this when she saved that scumbag."

Dark and steady under stupidly long lashes, calm in a way that made it hard to look away. Which made absolutely no sense, considering the folder Mercer had given me and everything I’d heard about him, both of which painted him as the devil himself. How was a man that dangerous allowed to look this good? My gaze dropped before he could catch me staring, landing on the tattoo just above his collar on the left side of his neck. A scorpion inked into his skin, detailed and clean, thin floral lines curling around the stinger. He looked down at the stain on his jacket, then back at me like this was the most entertaining thing that had happened all night.

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

Bryan and Joe immediately reached out to clap hands and exchange quick hugs with their fellow mermen, offering friendly pats on the back as a sign of camaraderie and support. Trent, with his striking black tribal tattoos adorning his torso, seamlessly blending with his black tail and hair, hovered tall and proud. Hunter, on the other hand, boasted a deep, dark green tail and tan skin, his body adorned with depictions of various animals in tattoo form. The bond between the two was evident as they stood side by side, ready to embark on the upcoming adventure with their companions.

All have hands that can grasp a sword and anger born from the insanity and pain of living in a twisted body. Pressing my fingertips just below my left ear, I find my new tattoo, recently acquired as a newly initiated paladin in training, a dark crescent moon to represent our winter queen. Concentrating, I focus on the visage of my top-hatted mentor, sending my thoughts forth. "Merlin, I found her." I don't hear as much as feel a reply. Devona knows and acknowledges. I can feel a tug of energy as she focuses on my location, making her way to me as she blinks across the field.

Osric answers while sitting on the edge of the lounge near Raven’s head making her smile. “How are you doing? It’s a big tattoo, you hurting yet?” I question, looking down at her hip to see the raven in red ink at the top of her hip taking up almost her entire thigh. The tattoo is very cool, the Raven is in a defensive attack position and made of knots like you would see in old Norse temples. “Enjoying talking to these guys, and getting to know Ares a bit better, it stings when it’s right over the bone but not bad,” Raven admits while looking down at the tattoo gun pressing against her skin, as Ares works on the dark red outline.

It made me want to reach out and trace the hard lines as well as the tattoos on it. He turned slightly and I caught sight of the rest of his body. The tattoo also covered the left side of his chest, black ink used to drag large wings. It was a raven, it was so detailed down to the sharp talons and the glint of its beady eyes. There were other drawings like a rose with the letter “E”. What does that mean? Family? Or perhaps..a lover? For some reason that thought made me bitter. Beneath it was a phrase written in Latin that flowed into his ribs.

“I want wings, but not little ones…I want the top of them to be bones and the rest to be feathers..I want them to wrap around my legs and hips to my stomach…I also want them across the backs of my arms and in between them I want two white wolves facing each other…one with a blue dragon on its left shoulder and the other with a purple dragon on its chest…and each one is to have a gold crown above with sapphire gems in the crown above the wolf with purple dragon and dark purple gems in the crown above the wolf with the blue dragon on its shoulder.“ Elleanna said as she stretched out her arms so Red could do the work. “Oh that’s a sweet tattoo….” Red said with a smile before she started working

“Do…do you want to see it?” “Only if you want to show it to me,” I say, my voice quiet. “I do.” She pulls her fingers out of mine and turns around. Chloe lifts her shirt, slowly revealing her back to me. There, covering her entire back, is a watercolor tattoo of a black bird in mid-flight. Its body is curved in a “c” shape, its wings spread overhead. The background is filled with splashes of color: teal, green, and purple. And the words “Take these broken wings and learn to fly” are inked between the bird’s wings.