Nightmare Before Christmas Leg Tattoos Novels & Stories

Her fingers trembled as she undid the last button, pushing the fabric aside to reveal my skin. "Greedy little virgin," I teased, but I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my tattooed chest—rippling muscles, scars from my rough past, all symbols of the darkness she was embracing. The ink swirled in intricate patterns: a snarling wolf on my pec, vines of thorns wrapping around my abs, each one a story of conquest and pain. Her eyes widened, fingers tracing the ink, sending shivers down my spine as her nails scraped lightly over a scar. "Touch all you want. But remember, this body is your master now. Every ridge, every scar—it's yours to worship, but only because I allow it."

“Bunch of obnoxious, inhumanly attractive, muscled up cavemen.” Seriously, Knight looked like some kind of Playboy fallen angel with his sculpted ass and body stacked with hard muscle. I scanned his numerous tattoos. There was a pack of hungry wolves on one of his arms, surrounded by trees and vines full of thorns. Across his chest was the night sky and aurora borealis, and wrapping around his stomach were wisps of smoke, or shadow, that trailed upwards until they blended into the darker ink.

Before bed, he strips down to his boxers and slips beneath my sheets without hesitation. Not because we’re lovers. Not because we’re teammates. Because we’re both. And because sleep doesn’t come easy when your heart’s still on high alert. I lay against his chest, fingers drawing circles over one of his tattoos. The one that says: not made for mercy. “I still don’t know what this one means,” I whisper. He shifts. “It’s for the people who thought I wouldn’t survive.” “And now?” “Now I keep it as a reminder.” “That they were wrong?”

Chapter 54: The Shadow Fang The chamber was cold. Stone walls. Torches casting flickering shadows. Ancient symbols carved into every surface. Dimitri stood near the entrance. Arms crossed. Face grim. Lucian sat on a stone bench. Shirtless. The fresh tattoo covering his entire back still raw. Still healing. An ancient snake. Massive. Coiling from his shoulders down to his lower back. Scales rendered in intricate detail. Head resting between his shoulder blades. Tail wrapping around his waist. The ink glowed faintly in the torchlight. Pulsing with something that wasn't quite natural.

he asked. “My name is Lil—” I glimpsed a tattoo right above his sleeve line, “This is going to sound weird, but— Is it ok if I touch you?” I nervously asked him. “Yea, sure... I guess that's fine,” he mumbled. Slowly I shifted his t-shirt sleeve, revealing the rest of the tattoo to me. It was a tattoo of a crescent moon, with what seems to be a hidden message or an ancient language written on the inside of it. I swiftly pulled away in fear, because I recognized this strange symbol, I have dreamt of this crescent, night after night as a child watching over my dreams in a third person's perspective.

THE NIGHTMARE MASTER DIDN’T bother to dress me in some elaborate get-up like the other Nightmare Lords and instead just dressed me in a lab coat with a black shirt, black jeans, surgical gloves, a face mask, and sneakers. Those were the details he cared about, though it was the blood covering every inch of my clothes and exposed skin. My lab coat had once been white, but was now encrusted with red blood. My hair and skin suffered the same fate, though thankfully the face mask covered most of my face and the gloves covered my hands. Still, every time he gives me control, I wash everything off, scrubbing my skin until it is red.

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.

When her mother was lulling her to sleep that night, she read the expression on her face and interpreted it right-Fear "What are you scared of?" She asked softly "What I'll see on the night before my birthday" she answered with a small voice. "Don't worry, it won't be bad this time, I'll pray for you" and then her mother prayed until she fell asleep.

Silent nightmares. Now, just one touch. I tiptoed closer not bothering to sit down beside him. He groaned quietly and I noticed his body was covered up in ink again. They actually looked beautiful and spiritual. My eyes gazed over the pendant. His body had to have a meaning. He suddenly turned over making me hold my breath. He didn't wake up but his defined back was in view. More eye candy. I inhaled sharply as my eyes caught the huge tattoo covering more than half of his back. It was a beautiful wolf with a crescent moon on its head.

I reach forward, catching a few of her fingers in my hand. She takes a deep breath, looking down out where our hands are joined. Slowly, hesitantly, she laces our fingers together. She looks up at me and her breathing stutters from between her lips. It’s not until then that I realize that I was holding my breath and it comes out in a rush. She licks her lips and looks at me. I feel my chest tighten, as well as my pants, as I watch her tongue move across her luscious lips. “It’s a tattoo to cover up some of the scars that I had from my time in Black Night.”