Minimalist Small Hourglass Tattoo Novels & Stories

Together, we followed the clues, unraveling the temple's secrets one by one, until we stood before the entrance of the hidden chamber. As we stepped into the dimly lit chamber, the air seemed to crackle with anticipation. At the center, resting upon a pedestal, was the artifact—a shimmering hourglass, its sand a mixture of gold and stardust. This was the key to unlocking Scarlett's truth, the gateway to the realm beyond.

For one stupid second, my mind goes straight to Zahra. I take in the girl. She's pretty enough, in a manufactured, plastic kind of way. Fake tits. Hair extensions in platinum blonde. She leers at me, showing off her mark. I look at it. Instead of the beautiful, extravagant filigree of most marks I've seen, like the ones my friends all wear, unique to each mated couple and incorporating elements of both of them, this one is small, with little detail. It's not much more than a black circle with a few dots on it.

I didn’t want him throwing me out when I was just halfway treating my skin. “Malia, you have just thirty minutes to do what you have to do and that also includes getting dressed,” he replied. “I could work with that,” I grinned and blew him a kiss. I had just rinsed off the third skincare product from my body when I noticed it. There was a tiny tattoo of a chameleon on my inner wrist and I wondered what it had to do with getting my wolf back. I’d never had a tattoo in my life so I was sure it came from the witch who had helped to lift the curse just yesterday.

Hope POV - Early Monday morning I took a deep breath, so much had happened in the last week, so much had changed, I was no longer the same as I had woken up last Monday and don't know if I would be the same next Monday. I closed my eyes and touched the mark on my right wrist. It was an intricate design, in the place where I had the marks of Lestat's fangs two red rose petals came together and formed an M, around them, making a design around my arm, as if it were a bracelet, the design of a rose bush around, which twisted and released small tips of red petals that resemble drops of blood.

The bell above the tattoo shop door jingled as I pushed it open, my heart hammering against my ribs. I’d been thinking about this for months — finally getting ink on my breasts, something delicate and feminine to reclaim my body after a shitty breakup. The shop was called Ink & Skin, tucked into a quiet corner of the city with blacked-out windows and neon signs that hummed faintly. It was late afternoon, and the place was empty except for the artist behind the counter.

I smiled and hugged the flowers as I look at my reflection in the mirror. I'm wearing a beige loose office blouse and a plain black trousers. My hair is short again, I don't know, I won't let her fall out now. Every year I get a haircut up to my neck. I tore it off and held it behind my ear. I saw my sparkling piercings greeting me. I also felt the metal on my tongue because I had already returned my tongue piercing. I also have a minimalist tattoo on the side of my left wrist. It's just a little cursive and italic Harrison's. I just got bored when I visited Brent’s studio the other day. And yes, Luke still did. He's smiling ear to ear while doing it. That brute.

We spend an hour picking the exact shade (deep storm-cloud purple with a faint shimmer that shifts to ocean teal when the light hits it). Then I hand the guy behind the counter my design sketch: - Left toe: tiny blackbird in flight - Right toe: tiny river-wolf silhouette - Heel tab on both: three blackbird beads in silver thread - Inside tongue: the forty-first line of Deep Script in microscopic Atlantean (the one about forgiving the tide) The guy doesn’t even blink. This is Hot Springs. He’s seen weirder. Shoe guy: “Two weeks. You want the glow-in-the-dark soles too?”

Memories of biting her there just a few days ago flooded his mind, and he couldn’t help but feel a profound sense of remorse. A beautiful woman with a heartbeat tattoo on her collarbone exudes an air of subtle allure. A small heart was at the end with an open space. The tattoo was small but enough to melt any person to devour her with love. Her collarbone is delicately defined, drawing attention to the intricate tattoo. The design features a lifelike heartbeat line, elegantly rendered in dark ink, mirroring the rhythm of her own heart. The tattoo adds a touch of mystique to her appearance, symbolizing the vitality and passion that reside within her. As her heartbeat flutters beneath the inke

I blink like I’m trying to get sleep out of my eyes. We both look down at our brands. It is a simple crescent moon shape with the opening facing towards our elbows. That is the only similarity though. Mina’s crescent is delicate, made from thin intertwining lines like vines dancing up a lattice. Mine is more sharp and angular like a tribal print. “This is so weird. I know she used the same brand for both of us.” I exclaim looking closer at the details on my brand. It looks like there are words training around some of the shapes making up the crescent, but they are too small to make out.

To her, it was personal as the black mourned her old life which is now dead to her, while the white outline represents the new life and people around her. The dress was one-handed with a spaghetti strap, and it was kind of a silky material. The back was more gorgeous, as it plunged deep down to almost where her butt starts. This highlighted the spine tattoo which she had gotten years earlier. Her hair was let down with a curly blown out style, and it looked stunning. As usual, she went for a minimal makeup look, but with bright red lips in order to compliment her skin. She accessorized with silver jewelry, a stunning diamond clutch purse and silver t-strap stiletto heels.