Narcissist Survivor Tattoo Novels & Stories

“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.

She nods thoughtfully. " Okay so this is what I want you to do to her. I need you to tattoo something across her neck." he must have asked her something because she hums. " I need you to make it as bold as possible. Make it draw as much attention as powerful. I need you to tattoo the phrase, ' I suck it cause it's delicious but like every delicious thing, it has to belong to someone else' and draw a nazi symbol on where her neck meets her chin." I stop on my tracks and digest, well in this case I'm also processing, that she is saying that. Not that it's mean but it's not humiliating enough for that skank. I need to add something to that list. Like maybe cutting off a pinky toe.

“I’m going to put something on now!” “Nice tattoo, Aldo!” Adia teases. Yeah I have a tattoo on my ribcage, no one really sees it unless they see me shirtless. Nova hasn’t said anything, but I doubt my tattoo is the first thing on their mind. It’s a flaming phoenix . Knowing I was the only survivor of the crash that killed my parents and maternal grandparents makes me feel a bit like a phoenix. I’ll need a purple butterfly over my heart, for Nova.

A sigh left my lips. “You still have the scar,” he murmured against my skin. I blinked, glancing over my shoulder where the faint crescent from his bite had never quite faded. I wore an off-shoulder top, something loose and soft, and the mark was just visible. “Models cover scars,” I said. “But I don’t want to cover this one.” He pressed another kiss there. “Why not?” “I’m thinking of getting a tattoo.” He paused. “Of what?” I smiled. “Something to mark the storm we survived.”

Complete silence. "How..." She stopped, tried again. "...how did he survive?" Monica said. Her voice was shaking so badly, she could barely get the words out. Nobody had an answer. I felt something inside me snap—not explosively, quietly, coldly. My bloodlust rolled through the room, the lights overhead flickered as everyone instinctively stepped back. I didn't even realize I'd released it. "He is an Alpha. Son of a pack leader," My voice barely sounded like my own. "And yet here he is. Laid up in a hospital, in our pack, with wounds consistent with torture." My body trembled from uncontrollable rage.

I paced around the room, trying to get myself and my thoughts together. "What would I do now? What am I supposed to do? What was I going to tell my dad or mom? This is fucked up!" I murmured, running my fingers through my hair. I went back to the mirror to get a good look at the mark. The mark was beautifully tattooed on my neck. It was a picture of a half-crescent moon and a large black wolf staring at it; its mouth opened as if it was howling at it. It was beautiful, and it complimented my skin. I knew the mate-bound was already strengthened. There was nothing that could break it anymore.

She didn’t do anything to affect her business but she did something to spoil her mood. The tattoo on her wrist. ‘N’ Nicholas’s initial. How dare she to flaunt that audacious tattoo with heart symbol on either side of the letter in front of her? To the outside world, N is for Natalie but she knew about the intention behind that fucking tattoo very well. Argh! God! She can’t digest what she saw. She tolerated seeing them hold hands, kiss each other but tattoo? Really!? Is she taking revenge on her for kissing Nicholas in front of her in his lounge few days ago? Is she declaring her right?

“Your beautiful Ellie, everything about you is so fucking beautiful. These scars show me how brave and how strong you are, baby. Have you ever thought about getting it covered?” I frown, raising my eyebrows as I ask him. “What do you mean, getting it covered how?” He sighs, still kissing my scarred skin as he whispers. “My Sister is a tattoo artist. She has her own studio. I know she's covered the scars of people who self-harm. Maybe she could do something for you. we could go and see her if you want to?” I smile as I think about it. Could I really hide it with a tattoo? Finally, be free of his cruel branding. I turn to Zac with a glimmer of hope in my eyes as I say.

I really did not want to feel weak ever again. My parents totally thought I was crazy when I decided to get a few tattoos. I had a big one slung over my shoulder that reached down to my bicep—our crew's tribal symbol. I also had another large one on my back and a warrior symbol on my inner bicep, courtesy of Gaspar. But my favorite was a cool tattoo guys get when they find their match. It sat just below my waistband, right in the middle of my stomach. A symbol that looked like this: ∞.

I thought to lie but his tone wasn’t judgy so I answered honestly. “My ex-husband.” “And this is your first tattoo?” Thankfully, no further questions about the ex-husband. “Yes, first and only.” “You know you could just just remove it instead of drawing over it if you’re not a fan of tattoos.” I had thought of that but no, I wanted a coverup tattoo. It was going to be a bunch of zinnias, a flower that is known to thrive even in the harshest conditions. Drawing it over Harry’s name would be symbolic to say that regardless of my current challenges, I blossomed.