Psycho Realm Tattoo Novels & Stories

I whisper more towards myself. The tattoo is of no ordinary design. The intricate details almost seem inhumanly made. Swirls of dusty-grey storm clouds surround a midnight-blue sword. They begin at the handles and spiral throughout the golden blade. Behind the sword lays black and blue tip wings. Each feather tip is like a tempestuous addiction. The closer I come, I want to touch it. Visions of the wings wrapping around me, never allowing me to escape, consume my thoughts. I look up at Raquel and shiver, not understanding how a tattoo could be so powerful.

Probably it was a symbol of being a Demifae. Eleand continued his research. He found some helpful information, and others were stupid enough to make him laugh. He went back again to the place of his accident. There might be a portal from there. But all he saw was the forest and the vast Pacific Ocean. THE day of Ezekiel’s art exhibit came, held at one five-star hotel in Manila, and all his family members were present. The title of the show was The Hidden Realm, featuring the entire Erganiv and the faeries governing it. The art exhibition would last for three days, and there were so many people during the opening.

The queen said. She took off the medallion around her neck and held it out for Kathia to take. The midwife took the medallion and her hands were trembling as she did so. “This was a gift from my father. He gave it to me before Darth conquered Troleyadia and slayed my parents and my brothers. It is a key that opens a gateway to another dimension but it can only be used once and after it is used, it will become dust. Take it to Shadrin’s Rock and place it underneath the waterfall. The gate will open and you can cross over to a realm called Earth. The door will shut after you cross to the new world. There, you will be safe and so will my children.” Queen Neyra said.

Because of the scarring, Tank had to go over that spot more than once. Now is the time for the big reveal. We start with Speed since she isn’t covered yet. Even Damon gets up “ Mind if I have a look?” he asks. Brick nods and Damon looks over. “ Damn, that is awesome. Merigold’s work?” he asks. Speed answers “ The one and only.” I take my phone out and take a picture so I can show Speed. Merigold did a great job on it. It is the Reckless Renegades seal. Inside the seal is a car like Frank with a white rabbit sitting on the hood. The handles of the guns look like they are made of bricks. At the top of the seal is a mirrored R and at the bottom says ‘Property of Brick and Gretchen’. All of us a

My mind turned delirious, and the screams that came out of my lips were incoherent. Rowan fucked me like he had never fucked me before. Like he was trying to embed me into his soul and make me stay there forever. And I responded to him like I would let him trap me in his soul. He already owned all of me. Just like I owned all of him. I glanced down at his chest, right on his heart, where he had tattooed 'Raina's property' in cursive writing, and my core clenched repeatedly. "Fuck, baby, you're so tight," Rowan groaned, fucking me harder and deeper, just the way I liked it.

Honestly, I do not wish to carry this monstrous tattoo around. It is not about whether I can cover it up or not. Of course, I can try covering it up with a concealer of some sort. However, just the knowledge that I have on me is making my head buzz. I fear for my sanity. The longer I keep it, the quicker my sanity is slipping away from me. It scares and angers me so much. More so, now that I know that I know the reason why he marked me. How dare he attempt to alter my destiny forcibly? Even though I am not a supernatural being, one day I will hunt Ramos down and make him pay for this.

“I’m worshipping. There’s a difference.” Kai’s breath hitched as Damien’s thumb dragged over the phoenix’s head, right above his left nipple. The tattoo was intricate—flames curling in shades of red, orange, and deep black ink that seemed to flicker in the low light. It stretched from just below his collarbones down to the bottom of his ribs, wings wrapping around his sides. Geometric patterns from his full sleeves connected to it, making the entire piece feel alive on his lean-muscled swimmer’s build.

He is real and possibly still alive. I stare at the dark lines of the tattoo. I see a churning ocean crashing over jutting rocks; I see my face hidden within the image. There’s a wolf etched in the face of one of the rocks. Two birds circle above it all. It is as beautiful and as detailed as I have seen it in my memory. In my dreams of it, it pulses and moves, the ocean crashes, the birds cry mournfully. But on the page it’s flat and dead, like some map to Marlowe’s mind.

Tattoos are usually an expression of oneself. She hesitates for a moment; I can see the turmoil in her eyes but eventually she nods. CJ comes closer to me and turns around. I grab the back of the tank top and lift it over her head while her arms are crossed in her front. The realistic tattoo is a full-colored piece with an intricate golden bird cage in the center with a wolf’s head howling at the moon, an owl with its wings open, and portraits of a bear, fox and mouse intermingled with beautiful wildflowers. I run my fingers over the tattoo. Tingles touch my fingertips sending pleasure through me, but what gets me more are the scars I feel and not just a few but many scars. Now that I think

He seethed angrily and hissed. Raze ignored him and sat down, sighing in frustration. “ I saw a tattoo this time around in one of of their wrists, pyramid shape with three dots at the top.” Brent immediately knew what he was driving at and shook his head. “Don't tell me you're still having nightmares! Because that tattoo isn't real!” “Don't piss me off Brent, I know what I saw and a search must be conducted.” He fired back and Brent placed a mid finger on his forehead.