Narcissist Survivor Tattoo Novels & Stories

By the end, he lay collapsed on the floor, his body covered in grotesque red markings. I looked down at him, my tone calm and detached. "Oh, I forgot to mention. This tattoo ink is specially made. It won't fade. It'll stay with you for the rest of your life." I tilted my head slightly, almost amused. "I was just joking around with you, Mr. Payne… You're not upset, are you?"

I got the tattoo with him on our third anniversary. It had his initials and birthday. After we got the tattoo, Orion held my hands with bright eyes. “Summer, no matter what you look like in the future, I’ll be able to recognize you by this tattoo. You won’t be able to run away from me.” I laughed. “What if I remove the tattoo and become disfigured? Would you be able to recognize me, then?” “Of course. Even if I don’t recognize you on the spot, I eventually will. It’s called ‘lovers’ telepathy.’”

“But don’t come crying to me when you’re still sitting here days from now, staring at that tattoo and pretending it’s the biggest mystery in your life. You have the key to make your choice by getting laid.” Her presence receded as abruptly as it had appeared, leaving an ache in my chest that wasn’t entirely physical. The silence felt heavier now, the weight of her words pressing down on me. I stared at the tattoo again, my fingers trailing over it almost absently. The design twisted and curled, impossibly intricate, like something alive and untamed. It felt… ancient. Powerful. And yet I didn’t know what it meant in my mate bond with Lucien and Damon. Did it mean that I’m only mated to Lucien

“Since the tattoo is a surprise, can you at least tell me where you’ll do it?” “On the lower part of your back.” After a little while, he comes back to me and starts tattooing me. “For having a needle on my skin, I don’t feel any pain.” “That’s because I’m amazing.” After half an hour, he announces that he’s finished. “Already?” I ask, bewildered. James nods, a strange smile on his face. “Look at yourself in the mirror.” I do and am shocked. “James… Why is there a tattoo on my back of you and the nun from The Conjuring hugging each other?”

His lips touching my skin like if he doesn’t kiss me his life will end. The bite sent my body shaking unable to hold in all the pleasure. I still feel it when I think about it. My new tattoo is everything I wanted it to be. “N” covered in fur with Blue Moon behind it. A “V” covered in fur with a Blue Moon behind it is being added to Nathan’s collarbone. “Everyone is going to wonder why a V and not a T,” I tease him. “You are getting my common name on you.”

I tried to look away but there was something that made my eyes go back to Nate's body, on his back he had a tattoo that covered all his skin, it was a tattoo of a wolf opening its jaws, it looked scary showing its fangs. -Ready-putting on a loose shirt. -I thought I saw a tattoo," I said, "I thought businessmen didn't like that kind of thing. What does it mean? -Well, the fact that I'm an entrepreneur doesn't mean that my young spirit died, on the contrary, I'm someone like anyone else, just a millionaire," he said. Once again I was not amused by his little jokes. -The meaning is that I identify myself with the wolf, for his tenacity, his power," he sat back in his chair.

he choked out while his chest rattled. A few more gasps of air and his pupils dilated then fixed. I broke down in ugly sobs as I pulled him to my chest. He had been my unmarked mate and now he was no more. My brow furrowed at Jasper shrugging off his shirt and my eyes landed on the tattoo upon his tawny chest. It was the same as what Malrik had on his. Nathan inhaled sharply from behind me upon seeing it. “You are brothers?” He asked, causing me to choke in disbelief.

The tattoo was his art, his design, and also the image of what he carried inside him every day the image he now carried on his back, that moved with him. Nikolai name was inked with intricate, beautiful calligraphy letters, while nico name was bold, broken, and bleeding into the flames. He loved his brother, but hated himself. There was a single crack in the headstone right at the top of the cross. The flames that engulfed the cross from the ground were blood red, angry shades of orange, its only goal to destroy while his name suffered its wrath.

Other than some burns on my back and arms, I made it out alive,' he says, letting go of Hope. He turns his back and lifts his shirt, ‘They’ll probably leave some nasty scars,' he shrugs. 'No, wait!' Hope says as he drops his shirt. Hope gently places her hands on his back, emitting a glow and her eyes have a silver glimmer. A few moments later, all the burns have been healed. 'You healed it all. That feels so much better!' Nathan smiles. Hope admires the tattoos on his back and arms. Nathan has a massive tattoo of a wolf and moon on his back. On his left arm tribal tattoos.

I looked closer and just like in my dream, it was my birthday! I furrowed my eyebrows at what I had seen. What the hell? I couldn’t help but be infuriated at the secrets he kept from me and now my birthday is permanently on his skin? “Nate, why do you have my birthday tattooed on you?” I raised my eyebrows. Nate looked down at his wrist and covered his wrist back up. “Don’t concern yourself with that” he told me whilst returning to his desk. “Are you out of your mind?!” I yelled. “Why do you have my birthday on your wrist?!”