Pixie Dust Tattoo Novels & Stories

Said the girl on the other end of the phone, who is one of my trustees in Japan. "Pavi, I need you to find all information about this person and this Logo, and when I say all, you know what I mean." I told her as I emailed her all the details. "Yeah, I know, hmmm about Argon Socherberg? Who exactly is this man? He also has a tattoo on his face, is this the new trend? This logo, it’s the same with your tattoo right?" she wondered. "Is there any pending mission there?" I asked lazily as I sat in my swivel chair, ignoring her questions.

He tilted his head eyeing me curiously like a cat cornering a mouse. I could only imagine that my now ruined Akasha costume was a wreck and god did I smell like death. My black skirt splattered on the end with shit, a medium-size splatter pattern across my stomach waist, and chest and I didn’t even want to imagine what my hair and crown looked like. I did a quick check to make sure my metal bustier had been still securely strapped in place, only to get a smear of feces on my hand. I sighed heavily in defeat I honestly haven’t the slightest idea as to how I haven’t puked yet. “So…I like your costume,” I say continuing to make small talk which at this point has made things increasingly more aw

Lucky immediately kissed him to silence the noise as she continued to move her hips. Taji broke the kiss and lifted her up slightly and pulled a small velvet pouch from his pocket, he opened it, poured a small amount of dust into his hand, tossed it into the air, and whispered words Lucky didn’t understand, the dust began to sparkle. It looked like some kind of fairytale magical dust, which it was, Lucky thought to herself. She looked back at Taji in question, he smiled and removed his shirt and hers. “Now we can have some privacy, no one can see or scent us.” He whispered as he lifted her up, so she was standing.

Gianna gazed down at her wrist, looking at the small tattoo she got in her teenage years. It was a dandelion, some of the seeds scattered as if blown by the wind, forming a small musical note. Nothing about the drawing was unique, as surely, a lot of women already had the same tattoo as hers now. She had been thinking about erasing it many times over but decided not to. The black ink looked good in her milky skin, but she would rather it stayed hidden.

“It’s a new drug. Apparently it’s called Nova? Supposedly, it makes your eyes look like a galaxy if you take it.” “Sounds pretty.” Morgan snorted. “Might sound pretty but it’s been curated for the supernatural. Made with a mix of wolfsbane, vampire venom, and pixie dust.” “Is pixie dust really a thing? I thought that was Tinker Bell, Disney stuff.” Max sat on the couch next to me but kept a respectable distance. “It’s rare and it’s very potent. This mix doesn’t sound like it would effect humans though.” “You’re right, it doesn’t. It’s been a sole vampire distribution. But it’s making vampires run amok. Like they forget their control. It’s a hell of thing.”

Not only did I want to get a belly ring but also wanted to get a tattoo, but I know either of those my father would never agree too. “I was wondering if we could go to Aart Accent Tattoos & Piercings.” “Why would you want to go there, baby girl?” “Well, I’ve always wanted to get a tattoo, but my father would never agree for me to do something like that.” “And what type of tattoo does my baby girl wants?” I brought out my phone to pull up the picture a drew to show Asmodeus the moon that I want as my tattoo. It’s a blue crescent moon, with blue roses, and white leaves around the roses. He takes my phone and smiles as he hands it back to me.

he teased and I sighed. "Sadly, I do." "I got a new tattoo, wanna see?" He pulled his shirt over his head. I saw 'Ryder' written in calligraphy on his upper back. "Wow, it's so nice." "I know right? You should get one." "I told you and I'll keep telling you that I don't want anything except for piercings on my skin." "Okay,as your lordship pleases." "What should we try today?" "Hmmmm, let's blend pizza and hotdogs together to make a juice."

The light scattering of hair on his lower abdomen disappeared into the towel and the only thing marring the beauty of his skin was the angry red mark on his chest, just a few inches away from his heart where he had been shot yesterday. Now that he was finally unclothed, I was able to see the tattoo on his left arm. It was a picture of a phoenix in flight and it was magnificent. The artist had focused on every tiny detail down to the red eye of the phoenix and somehow, it suited him. He was just as majestic as the bird.

"Rath's parents had high hopes for him." "To what? Be a pain in a royal's ass or just be a royal pain in the ass?" I huffed. "Either would make them proud." Tiernan laughed. "Pixies are all a bunch of miscreants at heart." "Tattooed miscreants," I added. "Well, that is how they got their name." He shrugged. "Right." I nodded as I recalled my lessons on pixies. "Pixie, from the term pict-sidhe. Tattooed fairies."

“You are?” The pixie answered with her nose and lips pointed out. “A pixie as you can see. And I say you will only pass through the gate if you answer three of my riddles.” She carries this green vibrant pair of eyes, a strange floral mark on her forehead, and a band of weaved leaves around her head. Wearing all in lime emerald shade, her hyaline wings, her runty grass-like dress that cuts off in her pygmy knees, and her leafy shoes that extends up to her patella. She has this white crystal-like hair braided so long that it outgrew her size, pfft. “What are you laughing about?” she again voiced that I chuckled the second time.