Narcissist Survivor Tattoo Novels & Stories

Kristina asked, her brow furrowed. "Alvira," I began, my words still coming out in short, panicked phrases. "That... That tattoo she said she saw. About what she told us she saw. She saw a red dragon... blowing fire... at a wolf.” Kristina’s expression remained patient, encouraging me to continue. "A red dragon and a wolf? What does that mean?" "It's... it's the tattoo she saw," I said, my voice rising slightly. "The tattoo on the man who held them captive. The man who... who might have killed Nathan and... and Hero's parents.”

I approached their weak-ass leader and pulled him by the collar. "Remember my face and this tattoo you dummy, cause this day forward I will be your master. You and your useless gangmates will be my slave. You understand?" I said, looking hard at him. I grabbed his jaw and took a dagger that I always hid inside my boots. I carved a letter 'V' on his face. It stands for Violet. I tap the wound I made. "Aarrgghh!" He cried out in pain. Oh, my, my. Music to my ears.

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

she looked at Nyx’s sleeve of tattoos. “Yes, and she really doesn’t like my black hair.” “What does it say?” Precious pointed to a tattoo on Nyx’s forearm. “It says best friends forever and says Famke underneath it.” “You have Famke’s name on your arm?” Precious eyes were huge. “She has my name on her butt.” Nyx grinned at her earning a squeal from the child. “I do not,” Famke shoved her playfully. “It’s on my leg.” “You have a tattoo?” Precious was clearly intrigued and flabbergasted Famke would have such a thing, her laughter immediately stopped.

“Your tattoos are beautiful.” I look at the tattoo of a skull surrounded by black flames. My whole right arm is decorated with tattoos from shoulder to wrist. My skin prickles with every caress of her fingers, but I don’t stop her from touching me. The tattoo sleeve has several tribal symbols, and there are a seal trident and a frogman tattoo on my shoulder. Each tattoo represents something in my life. The skull represents my status as an Assassin, and the cross is a play on my name. Her finger moves down the line of my intricate cross, then to the inside of my rib cage, where I have an inscription. Qui velit, ut vivat in aeternum.

Terry himself pulled away and, the shirt tore away. As he turned to face the crowd, whose eyes were wide watching the unexpected action unfold, his bare torso was on display. On the right side of his body, along his ribs, was a tattoo of an upside down wolf skull. Someone gasped. A few of the candidates covered their mouths. I glanced at Nicholas for explanation. He was stunned speechless for a moment. Then he spoke, “The upside down wolf skull is a symbol of the underground organization. I didn’t know someone would… tattoo themselves with it.”

"Here, look. Aren't they cute?" He shows me a picture of two massive crocodiles basking in what looks like a concrete enclosure. They look terrifying. "That's... that's disturbing, Luca." "Nah, they're sweethearts. Well, to Dante. Everyone else they'd probably eat." He pockets his phone. "The point is, Dante's been through some shit. But he survived. Built an empire. And the whole time, he was carrying your picture around like some kind of lovesick teenager, he evn has a tattoo of your name you know. I gave that tattoo by the way, that’s off to me."

Not sure what made me talk, but I decided to fuck it and let part of the truth out. “Look, baby girl, I am no fucking therapist, but I can tell those scars still bother you. I understand all about scars. My fucking tattoos cover my own from when I was a kid.” I finish the beer and get up to grab another one from the fridge. “When I was a kid, our pack was attacked by a group of rogues. During the attack, they set the packhouse on fire and I ended up being trapped inside. My body was completely burned up but for some reason, I survived. Some fucking reason, the moon goddess decided to spare my life. My entire pack, even my parents died except for me. The Alpha King and his men came to inspec

It's the exact tattoo Nancy has on her back, What? ****** .

“Happy Birthday Ahsoka. Now we are complete and everyone will know you are mine. Come let’s shower.” I follow him to the bathroom and Nico turns on the shower, letting it warm up. I look in the mirror at my mark. It’s a crescent moon with a wolf’s head howling in the middle of it. There are also angel wings coming out on either side of the moon. It looks like a tattoo the size of my palm. Nico comes up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and resting his chin on my shoulder. “All mine,” he whispers, kissing the back of my shoulder.