Precious Tattoos Novels & Stories

The bond exploded, silver and gold intertwining in blinding light, sealing us eternally. Tattoos bloomed across her skin…. her small red full moon on her breast glowed crimson, extending in golden branches with silver petals across her torso, her arms… her whole body, beautiful and ancient. My crescent moon on my right shoulder shone silver, Kieran's on his left mirroring it, linking us forever.

"I had this custom-made for you. It's one of a kind—" Victoria cut him off instantly, "Why wouldn't it look good on me? She wants to give it to me, so let her. If you're that sentimental, go make her another one." I added, "Exactly. It's only special because it's one of a kind. If there's a second one, it loses its value. Right, Lucas?" I watched him closely. His expression tightened. It took him two full seconds to respond. "Of course it's unique. I'd never make a second one."

The weight of the world above felt like a distant, slow-moving dream. Knowing that Pamela was frozen in her grief and Marcus was mid-breath meant we had been given the greatest gift a warrior could ask for: unhurried preparation. We turned away from the mirror and treated the sanctuary like the ancestral treasure trove it was. We weren't just heirs anymore; we were curators of a forgotten civilization. We explored the lower vaults, discovering chambers that had been sealed for millennia. We found jewels that weren't just for show—they were "Blood-Stones" that could store excess energy, hummed with a resonance that matched our new tattoos.

His arms were covered in intricate living tattoos that seemed to shift subtly when he moved. “Miss Vale,” he said, voice low and smooth. “Come in. Let’s see what story you want written on your skin tonight.” The studio was warm and dimly lit, smelling of sandalwood, ink, and something electric. He led me to a wide leather chair in the center of the room and gestured for me to sit. “Tell me what you want,” he said, rolling up his sleeves. “Be honest. The ink responds to truth.” I swallowed hard. “A small raven on my inner wrist. Something delicate… but permanent. A reminder that I can be brave.”

Written on it in the frosting. "Aisha!" Pearl screamed. Jewel laughed heartily and went to hug her sister. "It's about damn time!" Laura screamed and Jewel cackled, hugging her too. "Let me see your ring," Pearl whined and Jewel proudly showed off her diamond ring. "Chai! See real diamond." She lamented jokingly and Jewel giggled.

The Training Center looms in front of us, and an excited chill runs through me. Before I can get out of the car, Jace grips my arm, “One moment, Precious. I have something for you.” He reaches into his back pocket and pulls out a long thin box. I take it from his hand and open it. A gasp bursts free when I see the black leather collar, with a soft inner lining of red faux fur for comfort. There are small loops around it so he can attach me to whatever he wants. Another heart dangles in the front, only it doesn’t have a lock on it, instead, it has the name Precious engraved on the front of the heart, and on the back it, has Owned by Master Jace engraved on it. I can’t keep the smile off my fa

PRECIOUS I looked across everyone's faces, catching a glimpse of their confused faces before the word finally sank in. Wait. "Rare?" The single word rolled out of my tongue effortlessly. It seemed like snow which melted suddenly on the ground as everyone's mouth hung low, their lips slowly reciting the word. "Yes, Rare. Your name is Precious babe, and precious means something rare so I picked the two together and I came up with the name." He smiled, flashing his teeth at all of us.

He'd lingered a long time, standing under the hot spray before using every towel to dry off and then dressing in fresh clothes. Confident he’d confused any pursuing authorities into thinking he still intended to make his way north into Canada, Johansen nevertheless purchased additional food, if one could call it that, he thought, and water at a ridiculous markup, another change of clothes and, in an inspired moment of creativity, a multi-color package of sharpie markers and a Skin Deep tattoo magazine featuring what would otherwise have been a lovely young woman not dissimilar in features and build to Teri, and boasting more than one thousand tattoo patterns inside.

How dare he? The third post was a collage from Valentine's Day—a snapshot of a four-digit bank transfer, a Cartier bracelet, a private hot spring sprinkled with rose petals, a glass of red wine with lipstick marks on the rim, a bikini that had been torn to shreds, an outstanding view of a fireworks show from a floor-to-ceiling window, and last but not least, the bare back of a man smoking a cigarette. There, tattooed across the man's waist, were the initials "JL".

Here is the beginning of me, you, and our beloved child Here is the beginning of a new round of great love for you my princess I promise I will never abandon you I promise I will never make you sad I swear that I love you more than anything or anyone in this wide world And that I will keep my little family with love until the day I lose my soul in it Telling you that you are the only ones who fill my eyes, and who make me love the days I live more It's bad to make me so real..too bad. In the end, they realized the reason why tattoos did not appear from the beginning is that they cannot transform.. their tattoos will appear if they are tattooed just like omega wolves