Persephone Tattoo Drawing Novels & Stories

Gone. But then I found one. A sketch. Hand-drawn in dark red ink that looked... old. Possibly blood. It was of a symbol—a sun pierced by a jagged dagger. The same one from the last book. But here, it had more detail. Runes drawn around the edge. Arcs of light. And below it: "The mark of the Seraphine shall wake only in the presence of the old blood." My blood ran cold. I turned another page. Another sketch. A map. Or what was left of one.

If he thought too much about it, he’d probably turn tail and run. But right now, he walked her backward until she sat down on his desk. They gazed at each other, breathing heavily, and Adam traced the lines of her tattoo. He had only glanced at it before, but now he studied it, intrigued. Drawn in swaths of purple and blue and lined in black, it was a mermaid with a graceful tail and long, blue hair. It reached from her upper bicep almost to her elbow, an expansive piece that looked alive.

My fingers ached to explore the sculpted lines, the subtle indentations, to trace the hidden contours of his body, to delve into the unspoken depths of his soul. I reached out, my hand drawn as if by an invisible force, my fingertips lightly tracing the intricate tattoo that adorned his right bicep. The inked design, a complex tapestry of swirling lines and ancient symbols, stood out in stark relief against the rich, bronze tone of his skin. He shivered slightly at the delicate touch, a subtle, involuntary response that sent a thrilling jolt of awareness coursing through me, a tangible sign of the power I held over him. I lingered on the intricate pattern, following the sweeping lines and in

Resting my chin on my upturned hand I watch her pencil move across the sheet of paper. “Do you think a tattoo would be a good idea,” I asked my wolf. “Sure it will elevate you from a murderer to just a teenage rebel,” she chortled, causing me to grunt in annoyance. “All done,” Reese announced and held up the drawing she had completed. Taking it from her I smiled at the beautiful drawing. It looked fantastic and I told as much, making her happy. Glancing over at the clock she hummed. “I can give you it after lunch. You just need to decide where!”

she smiled at the attendant. In the end, Cam was the first to receive the new permanent adornment on her skin, the small Serotonin molecule was engraved behind her ear. And Theo got his golden ratio on his forearm before Rose and I entered the room, as Sky and Liam seemed to be renting the second tattoo artist for an eternity. " What did you guys think? " Cam moved his hair out of the way so that we could see the design. " It looks great, Cam," I complimented. " My parents will kill me if they find out," she groaned, hiding her face with her hand.

I walked to the shop and Joey followed. "Hello beautiful, may I help you?" "Can you draw me a rain drops?" I asked. "Rain drops?" Joey asked "Yeah." They guy who drew the tattoo nod. "Where so you want me to draw?" He asked. "My right shoulders" I wore a loose dress so I can easily slip my hand through it and let the guy draw it on my shoulder. "You want to get some?" I asked him and he nodded. "What do you want him to draw?" "A star with a number one in it."

He closed his eyes, his jaw slackening as I scrubbed his scalp. A comfortable silence soon settled between us. As I leaned forward to rinse the shampoo from his hair, my eyes caught the tattoo inked across his back and upper arm. The design was bold against his skin, curling like claws and wings. Black flames wrapped around a serpent swallowing its own tail. "What does it mean?" I asked, my fingers lightly brushing the ink. He didn't answer at first. "It's a symbol of resurrection. Power earned through suffering." I traced the outer edge. "You got it before or after everything?"

He undid the zipper of my dress and before I knew it, I was left in just my underwear and my heels. Not wanting to be the only one undressed, I pulled off his shirt and threw it somewhere I couldn't be bothered about, then moved back to admire his chest. Tattoos of different kinds were etched on his skin, each one a different story than the last. There was one particular one that caught my eye at the left side of his chest. It was " Carpe Diem." Written in cursive with small roses woven around the words. It was so beautiful that I knew it wasn't just a tattoo.

Jean murmured, finishing up the piece for me. Ciaran was covered in ink. So was Dargan. Ranging from geometric art to roses and the like. The pain couldn't be that unbearable if they had sat through so many hours. Or had they drank themselves into a stupor as well whilst doing it? Adelia turned to one wall, eyeing a semicolon tattoo. The bottom of it was a butterfly with its wings slightly open. The top was its head, antennae sticking from it. She looked at it this way and that until I stepped closer. Her eyes averted and I knew what she felt. Shame.

It’s what I keep telling Cole but he wouldn’t listen. In your face, Cole. Arriving at the pack house of my original pack, I lay on my back, my knees wide apart on the bed. I tried recalling the symbols drawn into her tattoo, every line and curve forged in my head. Sitting up, I grabbed a piece of paper and start drawing out her tattoo. Five minutes later, I was done. I raise it in my head, staring at it before I thought of something. Carlos. Maybe he can figure out what this means?