Psycho Realm Tattoo Novels & Stories

I bent over the dead soldier, my heart heavy as I realized that the same tattoo adorned his neck as well. he design was unlike anything I had seen before, yet there was an unsettling familiarity about it, a memory tugging at the edges of my mind. The tattoo depicted a flying demon, its wings outstretched, eyes aglow with an otherworldly luminescence. The level of detail was astonishing, every line and curve capturing the essence of the creature in a way that was both mesmerizing and disconcerting. The artistry was undeniable, but there was an underlying malevolence that sent shivers down my spine.

My heart is beating fast like it will explode inside my chest anytime. I can't let him know that I have seen what he was hiding. I can't believe what I have seen. Is he even human! After seeing this room I am sure that he is not normal and I have to escape from here anyhow. He is a complete psycho. He has issues inside his head. " Aren't you here, Jaan? He again asked and I can hear his slow footsteps. I have to escape from this room as soon as possible. If he caught me here then I am done for sure. He will punish me for not obeying him. It was a strict order from him to not see this room and I have violated his order.

Esmeray held her forearm up, examining the intricate tattoo that adorned her skin. The tattoo depicted a majestic wolf, its eyes fierce and determined, surrounded by swirling patterns that seemed to dance with a life of their own. The lines were bold and precise, giving the impression of strength and resilience. “This tattoo is so unique,” Esmeray remarked, tracing her fingers over the contours of the design. “I’ve always felt a connection to it, but I never knew why.”

Fuck, I was so ready to feel her pussy take my cock. I knew it was fucked but I wanted to blanket her in my cum. I wanted my seed leaking out of every orifice. I wanted her to reek of my scent. I wanted to mark every inch of her exposed skin with my teeth. I wanted any man who looked twice at her to recognize instantly that she was taken. She belonged to me. If I wasn’t obsessed with her soft skin, I’d tattoo her forehead. PROPERTY OF MAFIA KING Maybe she’d be more open to it if it wasn’t on her face. Chest, perhaps?

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."

In the Fahara it is day time. In the desert where it is hotter than anyone's mother's fireplace. You could get roasted from walking around. Sao ,Modei ,Michelle and Winter are laying on the sand in the Fahara. What the tattooist didn't know is that the tattoo was a created realm whose entry could get activated by royal dragon blood because it was forged using the magic of the stone along with royal dragon blood.

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.”

“Something exclusive.” “Exclusive? Sure. I’ll have him recommend some.” Soon a batch of designs came through. Forrest introduced them seriously. “Demon tattoo, also called a slave mark. Usually on the lower abdomen. You know what it means. But people who get this are usually women…” Forrest turned his head and saw Lorenzo studying the designs with full focus. A chill ran down his spine. “Bro, you are not thinking of doing this, right?” Lorenzo stubbed out his cigarette and said calmly, “She said she wanted to leave her exclusive mark on me.”

I need you more than ever and I can no longer imagine a life without you in it. And I thank you, for accepting me regardless. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, for accepting me, the guy who was known as a "psycho". ~end :)

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