Nightmare Before Christmas Leg Tattoos Novels & Stories

Nick poured us some wine and dimmed the light so that the candles could shine in their beauty. ”This is amazing,” he smiled and filled my plate before his own. I stared at him, his beautiful eyes that glittered under the light of the fire, his chiseled jaw, and his smooth lips. He rolled his sleeve up and I saw the tattoos that he had on his left arm. It was an angel with a wolf behind it.

"That's certainly not the room she's staying in, although it does look remarkably similar." Through some kind of wizardry, Nik had the picture blown up into creepy proportions. Another sigh of relief washed through me when I realized that Willow was right. It wasn't me. Nico snorted. "Not even close." He pushed his face closer to the screen. "Is that a thigh tattoo?" Nik zoomed in some more a little lower on the sleeping figure's leg. "Yeah. A skull and roses." She looked back into the camera. "Jessa, you rebel, I had no idea."

The icy blast would’ve made anyone else recoil, but Dante stood there, solid and unmoving, like he was made of stone. His back was a canvas of ink, just like his front. The artwork was nothing short of breathtaking. Spanning across his entire back was a massive, detailed tattoo—an angel, powerful and divine, standing within the ruins of an ancient temple. The wings spread wide across his shoulder blades, reaching toward his arms, while crumbling pillars surrounded the figure in dramatic grayscale contrast. It wasn’t just a tattoo; it was a story, a testament, a work of devotion etched forever into his flesh. It was absolutely beautiful—mesmerizing, even.

He had tattoos on his legs… On his arms. On his chest. Each one with a different untold story. Werewolf tattoos… Serpent tattoos. Tribal tattoos. Ten minutes left till he would come back into the room. I screamed at myself internally, willing myself to figure this out. Trying to see whether there were any numbers hidden within the patterns. Whether the animals were shaped a certain way. Running my hands through my hair stressfully the entire time… Sweating profusely. My heart pounding against my chest.

The set gave an incredible panoramic view of anything going on in the bed at just about any angle. I heard the door close and looking into the headboard saw Mark come up behind me, he had removed his shirt and in the mirror behind him I saw the reflection of the huge tattoo that covered his muscular back: A Baphomet; the half man, half goat sitting cross legged within a circle, the universal symbol of Satanism, as I said I am not the only sick one in the family Over it in gothic lettering was the Latin expression Lex Talionis, The law of retaliation. "Ready for bed already sis?" He asked as his arms slowly encircled my waist pulling me back into him. I reached down to my left hip and unsnapp

Throwing all her and Bernice's hard work to the wind. Well, she would look on the bright side and consider this a fortune, rather than a misfortune because she would soon be twelve million dollars rich in a few days and a multimillionaire in a few months. All because of him, her eyes gazed up to his face. He was now fast asleep, snoring softly. His breathing was labored as his chest rose and fell in a rhythm. Her eyes roamed all over his body, taking in every detail. She noticed a weird pattern of small letters drawn in the form of a tattoo across the blades of his back, they seemed ancient but familiar. They were old Germanic letters, popularly known as runes. She remembered them from her c

At least they will get to share something special together. My red dress clings tightly to my figure and frames my cleavage, the slit up the side making my family tattoo visible. The tattoo is of a fighting wolf and snake, their bodies entwining around my thigh. It’s our mark of honor as alpha daughters, usually appearing when we come of age. Mine made its debut on the night my mother died.

I smiled, though my body trembled slightly with unease. He smirked, his eyes darkening as he sauntered towards me. Slowly, he reached out, invading my space. My gaze drifted to his chest, where intricate tattoos sprawled across his skin, half of his left chest completely inked. There was a large python coiled menacingly, its fangs bared as if ready to strike. Surrounding it were other symbols—a bleeding dagger, an intricate skull wrapped in thorns, and a blood moon rising behind them all. The ink seemed almost alive, dark and haunting, like it held secrets too dangerous to reveal. I had seen something like this before. The imagery was disturbing, almost as if he were part of some secretive c

She blushed as she rubbed his chest. He had the tattoo of skulls, like a cemetery on his body and a cross tattoo that had a snake wrapped around it with its tongue out. “Okay, enough of all these adoration. Do you remember we have to dispose him before he wakes up??” I snapped her out of whatever imaginations she was currently harbouring.

he quickly got dressed and left. Plan 1 achieved. I know he will be back in an hour... I want to surprise him. I quickly prepared the food , I decorated the room. I put the food on the table close to the bed. I lit the candle ,put some roses on the bed,then went to have my bath. I was expecting him in an hour. I scrubbed my body like it would be my last bath. I applied an in intimate wash. I washed my hair and applied some body spray.