Mystical Fairy Mushroom Tattoo นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“What do you have in mind?” I paused, then met her eyes. “Tattoo the word ‘MUSHROOM’ down my spine. Bold letters. Make it stand out.” Nora blinked, clearly surprised. “Mushroom?” she asked, clearly puzzled. “That’s... Oookayyy...”

"Oh, this?" She held up the glass jar. "You've got some wonderful fungi growing on a few of these pine trees. Its scientific name is Croartia Quercuum. Most people call it Fusiform Rust. In Wiccan circles, it goes by Heart Skin. Deadly to the trees but incredibly useful for attack potions. Poison, essentially. If you administer it to someone and perform the right spells over the mixture, their hearts will literally burst right inside their chests. Like pop, you know?"

"Baby, what are you talking about? I don't understand. What are you going to do?" Maria smiled and rolled up her shirt sleeve, revealing a tattoo of a moon with a lightning bolt crossing it on the inside of her arm, just below the elbow. The tattoo had almost faded in color and shape, but it was still visible. Theodore's eyebrows raised. "Yes? What's wrong with your tattoo? Does it itch?" Maria smiled softly and said carefully, "Honey, if I told you I was a werewolf, would you believe me?"

He couldn't be late, absolutely couldn't be late. Ana's eyes rounded at the plants in front of her so that it didn't feel strange if after passing through the two trees the atmosphere and air around her changed from before. Ana did not know that she had just passed through the seal that the werewolf nation had put up to protect the residence and was invisible to ordinary eyes. Ana walked with her eyes focused on the plants hanging from the tree. "I can't believe I'm going to see a ghost orchid in person in the wild like this." Ana covered her mouth.

He took the rabbit from the ground and lifted it up to his chest. There was a smile on his face as he went back down and told the other soldiers to look for Gorrum. It was only a false alarm and they thought that it was an enemy. Right behind a tree where they found the rabbit, Crystal was visibly nervous when she heard them coming. Fortunately, she saw the rabbit just in time. Using her fairy powers, she enticed the little rabbit and made it stand there. Unfortunately, though, her powers don’t work with the orcs. They are simply strong against a fairy’s power of taming. Thankfully, the orcs really loved animals and took the rabbit with care.

But we are born to fight, we are born to do this. I let out a deep breath and surrendered to the transformation. My body elongated, fur sprouting from my skin, and my senses sharpened. The pain was brief, quickly replaced by the raw power and agility of my wolf form. My vision was clearer, my hearing more acute, and I could smell the metallic scent of blood in the air.

The sword and pen still hover above me, steady, waiting. In the polished blade’s reflection, I catch my own face—ruined with tears, bruised, broken—but my eyes are still green. Not corrupted. Not black. Still me. But something on my back itches, burns, reshapes. I feel it before I see it—a tattoo forming, alive with magic, stretching across my shoulders and down my spine. A phoenix. Wings spread wide, head thrown back, flames curling around its body like a crown. Ashes to flame. Darkness to light.

She knows the piece well. It’s a beautiful peacock-like bird, but it was orange and red, a phoenix. There are lilies trailing behind it in a sweeping line across her back, each with a name cleverly hidden in the stamens. Her tattoo sleeves look like smoke is rising from between her fingers and curling around her arms and up to and around her shoulders. The tattoos on her arms meet up with the back piece, connecting it all together. She’s had this tattoo for years, unaware of the irony.

It wrapped around his hand almost covering the shirt cast. “Oh, thank you Landon! It feels so much better. It’s very sticky though.” He was trying to take it off his little cast, but it was stuck there nice and tight. “Don’t worry about it, it will come off itself. That mushroom is feeding off your pain. It’s a quindrike mushroom. You must heat them to get them active. It will die out soon enough and fall off.” Landon turned to his fire and kicked some of it out.