Psychic Tattoo Novels & Stories

he continued, drawing everyone's full attention. He rolled up his sleeve, revealing an intricate tattoo of a beautiful moon. The room filled with gasps as all eyes locked on the stunning design. I glanced at Lilith to see her reaction, but her expression remained skeptical, her eyes fixated on the markings. Just when I thought the demonstration was over, the chief spirit judge took a deep breath, his arms stretching wide. A powerful surge of energy burst from him, rippling through the room with an intensity that sent everyone flying from their chairs. Shrieks of shock echoed around us.

I bow my head, pretend to focus on the screen. "You were staring," he says in a low, amused voice. He leans against my desk, arms crossed, towering over me. "My tattoos interest you?" I shake my head, too quickly. "No, I… it's nothing." He chuckles softly. "Liar." He pulls up the left sleeve of his t‑shirt, revealing more of the raven and other symbols: a miniature cathedral, eight‑pointed stars, Cyrillic numbers. "Every design has a story. The raven… it's for memory. For those we've lost, but never forget. The stars are rank. The cathedral… the faith you keep even when everything else goes to hell."

Katherine pov For me, the sexiest spot a tattoo can be found is on a man’s rib and of course his fingers. I’ve heard a number of time how painful getting one on those spots can be, maybe that’s why I find it sexy. But is that why I can’t tear my eyes off this hot dude across this counter as well?

His eyes, an intense shade of dark gray, sparkled with the intensity of distant constellations, promising a journey into uncharted territories. Caleb's figure moved with a feral grace, a reflection of the untamed spirit that resided within him. His every step echoed the dance of shadows beneath the moon, a testament to a life unbound by conventional constraints. Tattoos adorned his arms, celestial patterns that seemed to echo the cosmic symphony that accompanied his every movement.

I was so speechless, I just jumped on him and he winced, the tattoo was still hurting a bit. My fingers traced another ink one on his shoulder, he got this one after his dad died, in memory of him. "Do you always do this when I'm asleep" Bryne's husky voice jolts me back and I quickly remove my hand from his chest. He frowns and sits up, resting his back on the headboard. He yawns and stretches. I gulp, watching his thick muscle extends and flexes. "Come here" I nod and crawl to his arms obediently. He draws circles on my back and hums an inaudible tune.

I want more. I sit up, taking my shirt off, leaving me in only my panties. Scott wet his bottom lip as he stared at my breast, before his eyes connect with the tattoo on my stomach. He stops. "You weren't kidding huh?" He asked, lowering his head to stare at the black paint on my pale skin. "Nope" "My Phoenix" he reads it out, a smile on his face. "You got this for me" He says and I nod. "You didn't have to babe"

"Hahaha! What can you do to me? You can't handle a low spirit like that woman, but you wanted to banish me from this place?!" Suddenly, the incubus fly towards him and in a blink of an eye, he already stand an inch in front of Alka and whispered on Alka's ear, "You're just a psychic, who invites spirits and demons like us to get to you. But I'm not greedy to take over your body and soul for myself." Alka pushed Lascivia away, "So you think I'm weak to throw you out?" "Aren't you?" Lascivia snapped his finger and Alka can't move a finger at all in an instant.

I am thankful he let me listen to that song. “Thank you… I almost forgot about those important details.” I bluntly said. He moves closer messing my hair making me grunt and gesture my hand, sliding it vertically to my neck. It’s a warning not to mess with my hair. “Oh… the tiger is now back.” I never mind what he was saying. I just focus on my drawing; maybe it will help me to find them. I picture out the tattoo I see on that bastard's left chest. It’s the only thing I can hold to find that tattoo. I draw a wolf eating the full moon looking up…maybe to praise the Moon Goddess or the opposite meaning? Devouring?

Perhaps this man was involved in dark magic. I lowered my voice to a menacing growl, deep and gritty, like the sound of rumbling thunder. "Tell me the goddamn truth. What are you?" I asked venom in my voice. "You have a lantern tattoo on your arm so you will tell me where you’ve seen Agnes or her mother or else I shall do whatever it takes to get past whatever dark magic you have and kill you.” Picasso no longer had the cocky look on his face. It seemed that the power of the tattoo was strange to him. His skeletal frame appeared frightened, like a painting devoid of color. His eyes moved around the room restlessly, searching for a way out or a weapon to defend himself.

Relief settles for a heartbeat—my pack is safe. “Rhett,” Laura sighs. “Tell me already, what the hell is going on with you?” “I don’t want to talk about it.” I glare at her. “If you’ll excuse me, I’d like to be alone.” I turn and head for my apartment. Inside, I strip off my clothes. I’ve been holding back from checking the stabbing pain in my chest. I turn to the mirror— And freeze. A tattoo runs across my back, down into my chest. A river of blue light twists into a crescent moon. Inside the glow, faint outlines of wolves howl and run, their forms made of mist and stars. The whole thing pulses like a living vein under my skin.