Psycho Realm Tattoo Novels & Stories

He looked at me as though I was faking my feelings. “Are you done with your drama? Or whatever the fuck that is?” he smirked, “you’ve ruined the fun” he retorted, standing up straight and pulling both his sleeve higher up his arm, his arms were covered with tattoos, these are new? The last time I saw Mateo he had just one, his mother’s name on his left shoulder. Every pattern of his tattoos was unique, there was a phoenix on his left arm, but it was bathed in blood, what could be the story behind that I wondered.

I thank her, and we chat as she hands me something and shows me where I can change. It’s a black teddy with stain ties on the thong. It’s nice and leaves nothing to the imagination. I turn and look at my back in the mirror. My Chinese dragon tattoo covers my back. It’s open paw under my shoulder blade holds an orb. In that orb is the Mother’s Revenge emblem, but it is tattooed with invisible ink. Only a certain light will make it visible.

“A friend of mine has this place downtown. Temporary tattoo studio, like a flash session. They do those symbolic ones that last a few days. I booked it for tonight—right after you got home from the gym. It’s on your lower back, right where you hide everything. ‘Daddy’s Property.’ Big, bold letters, but they’re going to look like a real tattoo for now.” Emma’s breath caught, but she kept her back arched on the futon, legs spread wide by the padded restraints he had already unlocked and reattached. The thick silver plug shifted inside her with the motion, heavy and unremoved, pressing insistently against the back wall of her pussy. She could feel the fresh cum from the gym still leaking around

I walked through its doors, down a seemingly endless aisle lined with the royal advisors, the guard—including Jordan—and the royal family, who stood closest to the reverend at the steps. I stopped at the base of the steps while the reverend recited ancient words. Then I knelt as he descended to me, continuing the incantation until the needle touched my skin. It was just like any other tattoo—the sting of a needle striking again and again into the flesh of my neck. I already knew what it would be: I had seen the crest many times before. A black shield edged in crimson, crowned with silver and obsidian points shaped like crescents. At its heart, a silver moon cradled a black wolf with its head

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.

The man was a work of art, Rhett thought with pure lust as Talen’s muscles flexed beneath his skin, making the lines of the tribal-style tattoo that sleeved his arm before covering shoulder and half his chest ripple. On a human, Rhett would have thought the designs nonsensical artistry, done for looks and no other reason, but Rhett had noted that the elaborate solid necklace that Aislen wore locked around her neck and that Tyler wore in leather and silver both held fragments of the pattern. He suspected that to the vampire, to the Concordia, those markings meant something, and considering that the vampire used them on both mate and blood slave, Rhett thought they were Talen’s name. He’d labe

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.

She thought the stormy havoc in her mind would calm down after her oath ceremony instead the storm turned into a typhoon. Aria eyed the two-snaked ring representing Cosa Nostra and the Flying Eagle representing Bratva. The tattoo on her wrist got stained with the blood oozing from her palm. And the image of Aleksandr falling back on the ground after she shot him flashed in her memory. And she paled as the blood froze in her body. Her mind was bursting with ache as it kept imaging the ocean blue eyes of The Merciless Monster! Her deceased Merciless Monster!

She had reached her goal and was now the Bellator champion. An arm encircled her waist with a familiar hand pulling her into his side. Instinctively, Taz reached down and touched the tattoo on his outer wrist. A small bill of sale declaring that his body, heart and soul had been sold to the Devil herself. Linking her fingers with his, she played with his titanium wedding band. Running through the center was a rainbow in support of his daughter. Beneath the ring, in the style of her trademark rainbow braids, TAZ was tattooed on his ring finger.

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.