Psychic Tattoo Novels & Stories

"I tend to do stupid things... What if I… hurt you?" Bitter laughter escaped his throat. "That's impossible. I made sure of it." Then he took a deep breath and waved his hands over his chest, taking off his glamour spell and revealing a series of tattoos. I instantly recognized one of them—a triskelion. The Celtic symbol looked exactly as I remembered it from my dream, and before I knew it—just like in my vision—I reached out my hand to touch it.

Huricana pointed to a spot on the map. There were rumors that the elves have tattoos on their shoulder of a phoenix; They trained the Kingdom not to show any emotion, as enemies could use it as a weakness. The tattoo changed color with their mood. They painstakingly kept these tattoos covered so their opponents would be at a disadvantage, It was also said that some have psychic abilities and that they could read minds, feel emotions from others, and, in rare cases, could move things with their mind. “Yeah, and are notoriously hard-headed.” Ari pointed out.

The sword and pen still hover above me, steady, waiting. In the polished blade’s reflection, I catch my own face—ruined with tears, bruised, broken—but my eyes are still green. Not corrupted. Not black. Still me. But something on my back itches, burns, reshapes. I feel it before I see it—a tattoo forming, alive with magic, stretching across my shoulders and down my spine. A phoenix. Wings spread wide, head thrown back, flames curling around its body like a crown. Ashes to flame. Darkness to light.

Nikolai is a god among men, and I am fortunate to be embraced by his presence. Nikolai’s tattoos are sexy, and I find myself unable to resist tracing them with my finger. The stars inked on both his shoulders catch my attention, making me curious about their meaning. However, it’s the eagle tattooed on his chest that truly captivates me. The majestic bird exudes power and strength, its wings spread wide as if poised for flight. The intricate details of the tattoo come alive on his skin, and I can’t help but admire its beauty. The eagle symbolizes freedom, and in that moment, I feel as if I am soaring alongside it.

I tried to stand but fell back to my knees, the pain in my back and the burning tattoo intensifying. She motioned gracefully with her hands, chanting in a low, melodic tone. The charms surrounding me started to dissolve, floating upward like smoke and fading into the sunlight. My vision cleared, the oppressive magic dissipating, leaving only the tattoo on my back and the faint ache in my body as a reminder of what had been done to me.

My hand recoiled immediately and my eyes were wide with shock. "What the hell is that?" I gasped, staring at my now reddened and stinging hand, a mix of pain and confusion etched across my face. The psychic's smile remained quiet, almost serene. Erika rushed to my side, concerned in her eyes. "Those were vibrations. You require cleansing to rid yourself of every trace of negative energy," the psychic explained calmly. "I will provide you with a substance. Add it to your bathwater and drink some. In the next four days, we will proceed with the remaining rituals, and you shall be on your way to victory."

He was alone this time. "I know you must be wondering how your tattoo disappeared all of a sudden. I remember I told you it's not just a tattoo, it's a magical one. It can hear, see and talk when angry. And I also remember I told you I won't let any harm come to you but it's like you never trusted me. I saw how your mom was heartbroken after seeing your tattoo and then guessed she might tell your dad about it and bring trouble to you. You are my best friend, protecting you is my pleasure. So now wake up and have a physical look at me. Find me in your washroom if you really want to see me."

I asked. “The symbol you’re looking for,” he replied. “Now, let your mind relax. Free it of any thoughts or feelings. Wait for it to come to you. Like waiting for a fish to rise to the surface of the water.” “This… this is insane.” But I relaxed, gazing at his hand, seeing the tiny lines across his knuckles, the long joints of his fingers and then— Out of nowhere, it jumped out suddenly. A black design like a tattoo across the back of his hand. I blinked, and it vanished. I tried relaxing my mind again. I saw it, and gasped, tracing my fingers across the lines.

My focus glued to this stranger and my heart beating through my chest with the sensation I’m being chased, stalked, or hunted. He's exactly as the visions showed. Perfect as a man, with good looks, and sculpted physique, a presence that screams dominant alpha male. He’s muscular and tall, covered in black Aztec tattoos which are there for all to see as he once again turns towards us. The large blazing sun sign of the hunter on his left peck, right where I hoped it wouldn’t be and it seals his fate. The symbol has not changed in hundreds of years, and even though this is a tattoo and not burned, carved cruelly on the skin of the hunter, it’s still exactly as it’s always been.

"This ritual involves the binding of your spirit to the pack. It’s a sacred tradition that signifies your commitment and connection to everyone here. You will receive a mark, a tattoo that symbolizes your bond with us." She produced a small vial of ink and a delicate, ornate needle. "This tattoo will be placed on your left wrist. It’s a representation of our pack’s symbol—a crescent moon intertwined with a wolf’s head. The ink is mixed with the essence of our ancestors, binding you to our lineage. But it won't be visible to anyone who is not a part of our pack." I held out my wrist, feeling a mixture of anticipation and reverence. As Sophia began to work, I winced slightly at the sting of th