Psychic Tattoo Novels & Stories

Touching her tattoo, I ask her what it means. “I don’t know how to explain it. You’ll think I’m crazy if I do,” she says. “Try me. I’ve had my fair share of crazy,” I offer in response. “I had the tattoo done after suffering a loss a few years back,” she explains. Pointing at it, she continues, “You see this? It’s called a Nautilus shell. Can you see how it curls up into itself, almost like it’s never ending? For me, that represents infinity with no end and no beginning.”

A tattoo—small but intricate—etched just below my skin. The infinity symbol, its delicate lines looping and intertwining seamlessly, radiated a sense of endless continuity. It was beautiful but haunting. A chill ran down my spine as I lightly traced the design with my fingers. My skin tingled at the touch, as if the mark carried some latent energy.

It didn't take long for her to figure out where she was. She was with Ka'el, most likely inquiring about their recent failure. Alaris had confirmed her suspicion, and here she was, in the room, trying not to drive herself mad with every single possibility that was crossing her mind. The Priest had drawn a tattoo on the top part of her chest, a little distance from her neck. He had smeared it with the blood of an animal, chanted some things then told her she would be able to keep the interfering spirit at bay for a while. It was temporary and if it was broken, then nothing could be done after.

I stated this as I paced back and forth. “I—” “Shush, when I say you should speak, then you can,” I told him off as he was about to interrupt. “Anyways,I will let the police handle that. I need you to confirm this tattoo; have you seen it anywhere?” I showed it to Daniel. Daniel shook his head. “No, not at all.” Then maybe the Inyoka spirit has become vengeful and is simply taking the lives of people I come into contact with, or is that it? I don’t think I recall the faces of the people who drowned. What is the problem?

The click of the seatbelt seems to seal me into his control. He slams the door shut with a deafening clap, his powerful frame filling the car as he starts the engine. My eyes are drawn to the intricate symbol tattoos adorning his bulging muscles, and I cannot help but feel both intimidated and mesmerised by them as they start to writhe and twist, moving across his skin as if alive. “Why do your tattoos move?” I whisper, my face unconsciously inching closer to his. His dark eyes meet mine, sending a shiver down my spine. “They’re ruins,” he answers gravely. “Tobin cast them to ward off dark magic.” I can’t tear my gaze away from the pulsating marks on his skin. “But why do they move?” I wonde

The revelation about the masked man having a dragon tattoo had struck a chord within him, sending his thoughts spiraling. A surge of memories flooded his mind, memories he had tried to bury deep within his consciousness. The image of a fierce dragon tattoo, its intricate design etched upon a powerful Lycan King's arm, resurfaced in his thoughts. Xander knew all too well the significance of such a mark. It was a symbol of authority, a mark reserved for those who held immense power within the Lycan community.

Seren I looked over at Duncan, a question in my eyes. “I have the power of psychometry—I can get clear, brief visions of the past when I touch something. It’s not an exact science, and I can’t clearly control it. I also have the power of storms. They both came to me when Conn did.” He held his hand up, and lightning arced through his fingers. He closed his fist, and it was gone. Extending his forearm to me, he showed me the two marks that looked like tattoos there: a small lightning bolt above two parallel squiggly lines.

I mused, popping a piece of bread in my mouth. “You, a tattoo? Good girl Sophia with permanent ink, I can’t picture it..” He teased me and I couldn’t help but smile. “I resent that statement.” I scoffed, throwing a hand over my heart in mock offence. Jasper’s smile widened, “What would you get?” He leaned back in his seat with his arms crossed over his chest. “The elements; air, fire, earth and water and a crescent moon with a shadow.” The image had been playing in my head for a while.

“I don’t know the first thing about giving someone a tattoo” “It doesn’t matter. Now what those tattoos symbolize is this: When you’re in trouble, you will tap the tattooed eye on your palm. The eye will be closed of course, don’t wanna scare you or anything, and the eye on Sia’s palm will move underneath the lid, and Sia would be able to locate you and save you”. “Now that’s what I wanna know. How the fuck will he know?”. “After the tattoos, a bond would be formed between you both, and Sia would be able to know where you are”.

I knew I could trust him. His hand clasped over my wrist. A bright white light came from his palm, and my wrist felt incredibly warm. It was not uncomfortable though. Some language that I did not know was written on my wrist. It was beautiful whatever it was. My very first tattoo. “This simply says my name. Think of it like my contact information for your telephone. I might be old, but I do understand your technology,” he said with a chuckle. “All you have to do is rub over it with your hand and think my name if you need me. I will be able to contact you like a mindlink that way. If you need me physically, I can teleport to you immediately. Do not hesitate to let me know if you need anything